The Holiday Song


intro:  c-d-b-c with high e drone

that little nifty melody line that begins each verse is : c b a g eg eg a /
                                                          c b a g eg e b c...

the chords for the verse go:
A              C         F     C       A      C           F      C
well sit right down my wicked son and let me tell you a story
A        C        F         C        A    F    C       F
about a boy who fell from glory and how he was a wicked son

chorus:
G              F        A  C    F  C

this ain't no holiday       no, no
G             F
but it always turns out this way

D    f# g a g f#

here i am with my hands

i guess that pretty much sums it up; i would not want to desecrate any
one's interpretation of the other verse(s) or the solo by documenting
them here. oh yes, the chords at the end go A C F A instead of ACFC.

sincerely,
len hunt

Leonard James Hunt 

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   The Holiday Song

Intro:
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|
-1-1-3-3-3-0-0-1-1-1-|
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-1-0------------------1-0------------0----|
-----2-0---0---0-2--------2-0---0------2--|
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the chords for the verse go:
A              C         F     C       A      C           F      C
well sit right down my wicked son and let me tell you a story 
A          C        F         C        A    F    C       F  
about the boy who fell from glory and how he was a wicked son

chorus:
G              F        A  C    F  C
this ain't no holiday       no, no
G             F
but it always turns out this way 

D    f# g a g f#     
here i am with my hands

He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead

This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son

This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

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