(Capo on 3)
(1st Verse)
It's Christmas (D)day, (A) and the (Bm)snow is comin' (G)down
Church bells (D)sway, (A) they're (Bm)ringin' to wake the (G)town
(Bm)Preacher Kline (A)recites his lines, the (G)pews will be full (A)today
(Bm)Mr. Howell cranks (A)up his plow, his (G)blades'll clear the (A)way
(2nd Verse)
It's Christmas (D)day, (A) and the (Bm)pecan pies are (G)bakin'
Mothers (D)say, (A) "It's the (Bm)givin', not the (G)takin'"
My (Bm)brother's brand new (A)bicycle is out (G)janglin' in the (A)street
I (Bm)watch him through the (A)icicles with this (G)wood box beneath (A)my feet
(Chorus)
All I (D)got (A) is this (Bm)little wood guitar (G)
What it (D)brought (A) is neon (Bm)lights in crowded bars (G)
Like (Bm)all the Kings with (A)all their gold went (G)chasin' down your (A)star I'm told
(Em)Every highway (F#m)takes me where you are (G)
With this (A)little wood (D)guitar (A) | (Bm) (G) | (D) (A) | (Bm) (G)
(3rd Verse)
It's Christmas (D)day, (A) funny (Bm)how the years can (G)shape us
Much has (D)changed, (A) I'm a musi(Bm)cian, I'm a (G)waitress
Chi-(Bm)cago's a winter (A)wonderland, and my (G)brother's and his (A)wife's
(Bm)Passin' 'round their (A)dinner plates, and (G)dissectin' my (A)life
(Chorus)
All I (D)got (A) is this (Bm)little wood guitar (G)
What it (D)brought (A) is neon (Bm)lights in crowded bars (G)
Like (Bm)all the Kings with (A)all their gold went (G)chasin' down your (A)star I'm told
(Em)Every highway (F#m)takes me where you are (G)
With this (A)little wood (D)guitar (A) | (Bm) (G)
(Bridge)
I (Bm)never stopped believin', (A)I just kept on singin'
Now (G)people come to hear from miles around (A)
And (Bm)I don't mind confessin', but (A)I still count my blessin's
(Em)I just never (F#m)thought I'd settle (G)down
(4th Verse)
It's Christmas (D)day, (A/C#) and (Bm)little ones are (G)wakin'
I hear them (D)play, (A/C#) I can (Bm)hear the presents (G)shakin'
A (Bm)boy's outside on (A)his new bike, (G)janglin' in the (A)street
A (Bm)little girl, she's (A)watchin' him that (G)wood box (A) beneath her feet
(Tag Chorus)
All she (D)got (A) is this (Bm)little wood guitar (D)
What I (D)thought (A) is it might (Bm)take her pretty far
Like (Bm)all the Kings with (A)all their gold went (G)chasin' down your (A)star I'm told
(Em)Every highway (F#m)takes me where you are (G)
With this (A)little wood (D)guitar (A) | (Bm) (G)
Little wood (D)guitar (A) | (Bm) (G) | (D) (A) | (Bm) (G) | (D) (A) | (Bm) (G)
