About the song

Alan Jackson, a name synonymous with country music’s heartland, has brought us countless hits over the years. However, it’s his holiday tunes that often leave a particularly warm and fuzzy feeling. One such song that has become a beloved Christmas tradition is “Santa’s Gonna Come In A Pickup Truck”.

This heartwarming track, released as part of Jackson’s Christmas album, paints a vivid picture of a rural Christmas. It’s a departure from the traditional image of Santa arriving in a sleigh pulled by reindeer. Instead, Jackson offers a more down-to-earth, country-inspired vision of Christmas Eve.

The song begins with a simple, folksy melody that immediately sets a cozy, nostalgic tone. Jackson’s smooth, rich baritone voice carries the listener along on a journey to a small town where the pace of life is slower, and the spirit of Christmas is felt deeply.

In the lyrics, Jackson describes a Santa Claus who is more familiar with the back roads than the North Pole. He paints a scene of Santa driving a pickup truck, loaded with presents, through snowy country lanes. It’s a relatable image that resonates with those who grew up in rural areas or who appreciate the simpler things in life.

The song’s message is one of hope, joy, and the enduring power of family and community. It reminds us that the true spirit of Christmas can be found in the small moments and simple pleasures of life. Whether it’s the joy of a child waking up on Christmas morning or the warmth of gathering with loved ones around a crackling fire, Jackson captures the essence of what makes the holiday season so special.

“Santa’s Gonna Come In A Pickup Truck” is more than just a Christmas song; it’s a celebration of rural Americana and a testament to the enduring appeal of country music. Jackson’s ability to connect with his audience on a personal level is evident in this track, making it a timeless classic that will continue to be enjoyed for generations to come.

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Lyrics

Hey guys, what’s the problem?The weatherWhat do you mean?It’s warm and beautiful outsideExactly, no snow, no SantaWhich means I’ve been good all year for nothingThis is gonna be a miserable ChristmasWell, maybe not fellas
Well, I’ve been sorta worriedAbout Santa Claus this year(You’re worried? My life’s riding on this delivery)‘Cause we live a-way, down southAnd it didn’t snow down here
But I’m telling you not to worry‘Cause I just got the wordEverybody listen closelyAnd I’ll tell you what I heard (what?)
Santa’s comin’ in a pickupInstead of his trusty sleighHe’ll have a truck instead of a reindeerTo carry him on his way
‘Cause the weatherman had some problemsHe couldn’t get snow, you seeSanta’s gonna come in a pickup truckWhen he visits you and me
Oh boy, this is greatThis means we can get our presentsEr, what are you asking for, Alan?Well, you know peace on Earth and good will to all menExcellent, more room in the pickup for my stuffWell, Alvin don’t you think you might be missing the point of Christmas?Nope
Santa can’t bring his reindeerHe’ll leave ’em far away(Will they’ll be alright?)(They’ll be fine)But don’t you worry ’bout himHe’s gonna be here Christmas day
He’s got a big red pickupWith four-wheel drive and allAnd there’s gonna be a Merry ChristmasA Merry Christmas for all
Santa’s comin’ in a pickupInstead of his trusty sleighHe’ll have a truck instead of reindeerTo carry him on his way
‘Cause the weatherman had some problemsHe couldn’t get snow, you seeSanta’s gonna come in a pickup truckWhen he visits you and me
Yeah, Santa’s gonna come in a pickup truckWhen he visits you and me
Well, Alan about this pickupWe’re talking really huge, right?And not one of those mini vansWell, I’m not sure AlvinWhy, what are you asking for?A planeYou mean one of those remote things?No, a 747I don’t think a pickup’s gonna cut it, Alan
Ooh, as long as it’s changing his means of transportationWhy doesn’t he drive a train?A train?A train wouldn’t be practical, AlvinIt needs tracks so it could only stop in certain areasGuys, I gotta tell you now, you’re really missing the point here
Oh, wait, wait, I knowWhat about a breath?Brilliant, TheodoreAlan call SantaHe’ll listen to you especially since you don’t want anything
I’m not calling Santa, AlvinTell him to dump the pickupWe need something much betterNo, you need to think much smallerEasy for you to sayYou’re not a kid anymore
Even as a kid I never ask for a 747Well, that’s ’cause they don’t have in your world yetHey, I am not that oldSimon, get Santa on the phoneTell him, Alan Jackson, the famous country singer wants to talk to himSimon, put that phone downHello, Santa?Simon, I said put that phone downSimon, put that phone down