Little Wood Guitar

Tom: F

               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

[Verse 2]
               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

[Chorus]
      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

[Interlude]
F  C  Dm  Bb

[Verse 2]
               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

[Chorus]
      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

[Bridge]
  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

[Verse 3]
               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

[Outro]
        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

[Outro]
F  C  Dm  Bb
F  C  Dm  Bb