[Verse] Snowflakes drift on a sleepy town, Red lights strung like old-time crowns. I tied this tree to the roof rack tight, With boots on the dash and a heart full of light. [Pre-Chorus] No mistletoe, no silver bell— Just pine smell and a quiet spell. A little rust and a faded string, But it’s the one that I’m bringing. [Chorus] Oh, this old tree on my roof rack, Dancing slow with the highway tracks. No fancy stand, no velvet red— Just a soul that’s glad to be led. To the porch where the fire’s low, With a hat on, and a heart full, This Christmas tree on my roof rack— I know it’s home, I know it’s home. [Verse] Wind hums low through the pine and wire, Frosted stars like old desire. I don’t need a hall or Christmas cheer— Just this ride and my old guitar here. [Pre-Chorus] No mistletoe, no silver bell— Just pine smell and a quiet spell. A little rust and a faded string, But it’s the one that I’m bringing. [Chorus] Oh, this old tree on my roof rack, Dancing slow with the highway tracks. No fancy stand, no velvet red— Just a soul that’s glad to be led. To the porch where the fire’s low, With a hat on, and a heart full, This Christmas tree on my roof rack— I know it’s home, I know it’s home. [Bridge] The world keeps spinning, fast and loud, But I’m just here, with a load of cloud. No need for gold, no need to prove— Just a tree on the roof and a life I love. [Chorus] Oh, this old tree on my roof rack, Dancing slow with the highway tracks. No fancy stand, no velvet red— Just a soul that’s glad to be led. To the porch where the fire’s low, With a hat on, and a heart full, This Christmas tree on my roof rack— I know it’s home, I know it’s home. [Outro] Snow on the hood, a quiet sound… Just a tree on the roof rack, And a heart that knows where it’s found.