Sugarland - Little Wood Guitar

      (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 | | | | |