Capo: 1st Fret

Intro:
A    G    Bm
A    G    Bm

A                                 G                            Bm
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
               A              F#m        D
And then, baby, I'm through
A                                             G                         Bm
Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference
          A              F#m        D
Except maybe to you


             F                      D   
But I've tried to use that trick
         F               D     B        
Like a carrot on a stick

A                                 G                            Bm
So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
                        A       G  A
Then, baby, I'm through


A                                 G                            Bm
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
              A              F#m        D
And then, baby, I'm done
A                                    G                         Bm
One less fucker trying to get in the business
          A          F#m       D
Of the prodigal son


             F                      D   
Where I know I can't compete
             F                      D      B   
Once I'm off of Hastings Street
A                                    G                            Bm
So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
                         A       G  A
Then, baby, I'm done


              D                                                     A  E
'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober
            D                                                      A  E
And I've been this way since the end of October
         D
And I know enough to know
        F#m                                G             
That, baby, when it's over, it's over
              D
And it's over
                           A      G     Bm
'Cause, baby, I'm done
                           A      G     Bm


A                                 G                            Bm
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
              A              F#m        D
And then call it a day
A                                    G                         Bm
Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness
          A          F#m       D
To my moral decay


              F                       D
And that, once upon a time
    F                      D              B
I believed it was a victimless crime
A                                 G                            Bm
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

                   A   G   Bm
Then call it a day
                   A   G   Bm
Then call it a day
                   A   G   Bm
Then call it a day

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                   A   G   Bm
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