Sugarland – Little Wood Guitar (Guitar)
Key
-
Versions
(2)
Guitar
Guitar
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
(Capo on 3)
[Verse]
D A Bm G It's Christmas day, and the snow is comin' down D A Bm G Church bells sway, they're ringin' to wake the town Bm A G A Preacher Kline recites his lines, the pews will be full today Bm A G A Mr. Howell cranks up his plow, his blades'll clear the way
[Verse]
D A Bm G It's Christmas day, and the pecan pies are bakin' D A Bm G Mothers say, "It's the givin', not the takin'" Bm A G A My brother's brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street Bm A G A I watch him through the icicles with this wood box beneath my feet
[Chorus]
D A Bm G All I got is this little wood guitar D A Bm G What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Bm A G A Like all the Kings with all their gold went chasin' down your star I'm told Em F#m G Every highway takes me where you are A D A Bm G D A Bm G With this little wood guitar | | |
[Verse]
D A Bm G It's Christmas day, funny how the years can shape us D A Bm G Much has changed, I'm a musi cian, I'm a waitress Bm A G A Chi- cago's a winter wonderland, and my brother's and his wife's Bm A G A Passin' 'round their dinner plates, and dissectin' my life
[Chorus]
D A Bm G All I got is this little wood guitar D A Bm G What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Bm A G A Like all the Kings with all their gold went chasin' down your star I'm told Em F#m G Every highway takes me where you are A D A Bm G With this little wood guitar |
[Bridge]
Bm A I never stopped believin', I just kept on singin' G A Now people come to hear from miles around Bm A And I don't mind confessin', but I still count my blessin's Em F#m G I just never thought I'd settle down
[Verse]
D A/C# Bm G It's Christmas day, and little ones are wakin' D A/C# Bm G I hear them play, I can hear the presents shakin' Bm A G A A boy's outside on his new bike, janglin' in the street Bm A G A A little girl, she's watchin' him that wood box beneath her feet
[Chorus]
D A Bm D All she got is this little wood guitar D A Bm What I thought is it might take her pretty far Bm A G A Like all the Kings with all their gold went chasin' down your star I'm told Em F#m G Every highway takes me where you are A D A Bm G With this little wood guitar | D A Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm G Little wood guitar | | | | |