Lucy Spraggan – Drink Til We Go Home (Guitar)

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It's the 24th night and its 20 past 9,

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there's a band on the stage by the bar.

         A
There's some blokes shouting cheers

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and they're spilling their beers

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I don't care cause it's here where we are.

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And they start their set

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with fairytales of new york

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Sounds as beautiful as you look.

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And my only wish this Christmas

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is to walk home in the snow.

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And to drink til we  go home.

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

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It's getting late and we're starting to sway

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as we're watching the families leave.

         A
They're forming a line as

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they're saying goodbye

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and it's all spilling onto the street.

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When the curtains close

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the ashtrays come out.

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And the doors are bolted

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the cold can stay out.

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And my only wish this Christmas

       A                 E
is to walk home in the snow.

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And to drink til we go home.

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

         A
There's tinsel wrapped round

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ya you're dancing to Slade.

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And the place is lit up green and red.

            A
There's a tree on its side

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and I'm drinking more wine.

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Its already gone to my head.

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When the final orders

 A           E
bell starts ringing.

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Grab a strangers hand

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and don't stop singing.

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Cause my only wish this Christmas

       A                 E
is to walk home in the snow.

         F#m      E     A
And to drink til we go home.

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

          A
Well the bar mans had enough

          D
So we're walking hand in hand.

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Not a single snowflake on the ground.

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Well, all I really wish for

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is to be with you anyway.

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And to drink til we go home.

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home

A   D    F#m      E     A
Ooh-oh drink til we go home

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Ooh-oh drink til we go home