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COne morning after drinking
BHeavy in the Cnight
FEvery inch of my poor bones seemed to ache and moan in Cwait F C
Cause all our Dmtroubles come tomorrow
We'll be Fgone and then it's on to Christmas Cmaj7Day
CIf Jesus had been born
BJust eleven days CbeforFe C
FWould the world have stopped to see
At least those on the street
Headed for Cmaj7Newtown F C
And of aDmll those on their way
Could the Fmiracle have made
One lay his gCuns dFown? C
Instrumental Chorus
Fmaj7Ooooo Cmaj7
Fmaj7Cmaj7
CThat trigger stole his mind
BHow am I to CblameF C
I bet you nFever even aimed at Cmaj7one F C
There's too many pDmeople killing people
To Fput an end to evil
What can be CdoneF? C
Well for Fnow who'd like to tell me
On that morningEm when 27 Amfell
How any Dmlesson in counting
Could ever, Fever amount to watching them fCall
And why Gworst of all
Come FChristmas Cmorning F
They'll still be Amgone
Instrumental Chorus
Fmaj7Oooo...yeCmaj7ah F C
Fmaj7Oooo...OoCmaj7oo F C
Fmaj7Cmaj7Fmaj7
Fmaj7Cmaj7
COne morning after drinking
BHeavy in the Cnight
I Fmaj7stopped to take a look at the crook that stole this holiCmaj7day F C
Well this DmChristmas
My only Fwish is
We put these guns Cmaj7away F C F C
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