Tom: Am
[Intro] Dm7 G7 C
C Em7
It's 5:53 on Thanksgiving
Gm7 C
Not one customer's walked through the door
F C/E
But I'm still here, slingin' drinks for a living
E7 Am
I've never played piano before
Not bad
Dm7 Em7 Am7
I know this town like the back of my hand
Dm7 Em7 Am7
But I'm not such a fan of the back of my hand
Dm7
Cause if you look real close
C/E
At those little hairs and veins You're like
F
"Hands are sort of gross"
D7/F# F/G
It's hard to explain
G
The point is
Ab Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb F
Why won't you let me break free?
Ab
Am I doomed to stay here
Eb
Pouring my high school friends' beers
Bb F
For the rest of eternity?
Ab Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb F/A
You know just where to find me
Fm/Ab C/G
I'll never go far, so pull up to the bar
F/G
Hey, West Covina
G7 F
What'll it be?
( C/E Eb6 F/G C F/G )
C Em7
It's 5:55, I'm still singing
Gm7 C
The big Turkey Day game's letting out
F
But no one's comin' here
C
Who am I kiddin'?
E7
Hey, you sunburned MILFs
Am
Give me a shout
Dm7
Everyone's going home
Em7 Am7
'Cause it's time to give thanks
Dm7 Em7 Am7
Thanks for the chain stores and outlets and banks
Dm7 C/E
Thanks for this town three short hours from the beach
F D7/F# F/G G
Where all of your dreams can stay just out of reach
Dun-dun bom-bom!
Gun-ga bom-dom!
Ab Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb F
You're not listenin', so what's the use?
Ab Eb
Is my purpose in life to slice limes with a knife?
Bb F
Or to serve Deb a vodka and cranberry juice?
Hey, Deb, I'll be right with you.
Ab Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb F/A
Look what you're doing to me
Fm/Ab
Can't you see, West Covina
C/G
You're killing me, West Covina
F/G
Last call, West Covina
G7 F
What'll it be?
[Final] C/E Eb6 F/G C
