Sugarland – Little Wood Guitar (Guitar)

               F    C
It's Christmas day

        Dm             Bb
And the snow is coming down

             F     C
Church bells sway

        Dm                Bb
They're ringing awake the town

Dm               C
Preacher Kline recites his lines

    Bb              F
The pews'll be full today

Dm       C
Mr. Howe cranks up his plow

    Bb                  C
His blades'll clear the way

               F    C
It's Christmas day

        Dm         Bb
And the pecan pies are baking

        F   C          Dm             Bb
Mothers say   it's the giving not the taking

   Dm                 C               Bb              C
My brother's brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street

  Dm                    C
I watch him through the icicles

          Bb                  C
With that wood box beneath my feet

      F  C            Dm          Bb
All I go---t was this little wood guitar

        F   C            Dm                 Bb
What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars

     Dm                 C
Like all the kings with all thier gold

     Bb                C
Went chasing down your star I'm told

Gm            F                  Bb
Every highway takes me where you are

          C           F        C    Dm  Bb
With this little wood  guitar

               F    C
It's Christmas day

      Dm            Bb
Funny how the years can shape us

         F        C
Much has changed

          Dm         Bb
I'm a musician not a waitress

   Dm             C
Chicago's a winter wonderland

      Bb                C
At my brother's and his wife's

Dm                  C
Passing around their dinner plates

    Bb         C
And dissecting my life

      F  C            Dm          Bb
All I go---t was this little wood guitar

        F   C            Dm                 Bb
What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars

     Dm                 C
Like all the kings with all thier gold

     Bb                C
Went chasing down your star I'm told

Gm             F                  Bb
Every highway takes me where you are

          C           F        C    Dm  Bb
With this little wood  guitar

  Dm
I never stopped believing

C
I just kept on singing

    Bb                              C
Now people come to hear from miles around

    Dm
And I don't mind confessing

     C
That I still count my blessings

Gm           F                  Bb
I just never thought I'd settle down

               F    C
It's Christmas day

        Dm              Bb
And the little ones are waking

            F    C
I hear them play

      Dm                Bb
I can hear the presents shaking

    Dm               C
The boy's outside on his new bike

Bb              C
Jangling in the street

     Dm                C
That little girl, she's watching him

          Bb       C
With that wood box   beneath her feet

        F   C           Dm             Bb
All she go---t was this little wood guitar

       F   C               Dm   N.C.
What I thought is it might take her pretty far

     Dm                 C
Like all the kings with all their gold

     Bb                C
Went chasing down your star I'm told

Gm             F                  Bb
Every highway takes me where you are

          C           F        C    Dm  Bb
With this little wood  guitar

            F        C    Dm  Bb
Little wood  guitar