Tabbed by ~Coxy~

Capo 2nd fret


G             C9
I ain't laughing 
G                        C9
I didn't hear the joke anyway
         G
I got my fingers on the windows
   C9
The snow makes this a prison
D4                      D
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day

I took you drinking
To say the things that I needed to say
You drank me under the table like you always do
The radio just plays away

Em7       G/f#  G
Those same old songs
Em7   G/f#   G
Every single year
Em7        G/f#       G           A74                   C9           
We drink we sing and I forget the things that I need you to hear

Then we argue 
As the snow seals us in for the night
You say Santa Claus is coming
But I don't care what the song says
That's never going to sound quite right

Because this ain't New Jersey
Father Christmas is coming to town
You throw your drink in my face
Throw that look in my direction
And the radio plays on and on

Those same old songs
Every single year
We drink we sing oh the state we're in but it's Christmas my dear

Em7                               G         
The workmen grit the roads as the barman grits his teeth
    C9                            G        G/f#
He's praying that the storm will ease up over London
Em7             
He knows he shouldn't drive
        G
He'd be sleeping in his car
            C9        A74
And that just ain't no good

Em7                                 G
The floorboards of the pub they just buckle with our love 
              C9                             G         G/f#
Because when we fight I love you more like your favourite film
Em7                                     G
It's A Wonderful Life, you've seen it a hundred times
C9                             A74     C9
But you don't get bored you don't get bored

11:30, Christmas Eve turning into Christmas Day
I ask you how you're feeling
You answer I'm ageing
I remember what I need to say

I'm Jimmy Stewart in that film you hold so dear
I may have had a bit to drink 
I may have done some dumb things
But I'm glad the storm has trapped me here
With you with you

Em7 G C9 G G/F#    
Em7 G C9 A74   

The workmen grit the roads as the barman grits his teeth
He's praying that the storm will ease up over London
He knows he shouldn't drive
He'd be sleeping in his car
And that just ain't no good

The floorboards of the pub they just buckle with our love
Because when we fight I love you more like your favourite film
It's A Wonderful Life, you've seen it a thousand times
But you don't get bored you don't get bored

Still the same old songs   
They fill the air
We drink we sing oh the state we're in 
Here's to another year