Lit chords by Brad Paisley (Ver. 2)

[Intro]
A  G#m  F#m  E
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Well, the family drove in for the holidays
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From three different timezones and five different states
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And this Christmas is going to be
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C# nightmare


[Verse 1]
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Well, my brother-in-law hit an 8-point buck
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And threw it in the back of his truck
 E       B
And told the children it was Rudolph
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Now they're all cryin', he's just laughin'
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My wife ran out and said, "What just happened?"
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And I just went inside and poured some Smirnoff

[Chorus]
 A              B
'Cause we put up a tree, string up the lights
E           C#m
So much for silent night
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Never mind the eggnog, pass me that fifth
A               B              E                 C#m            A
Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally
leave
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Me and that Christmas tree
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We're both gonna be lit


[Verse 2]
E
Well, we ran out of Pepto and clean underwear
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Diana cooked the turkey medium-rare
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But I'll say this, for once it wasn't dry
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Now we're handin' out gifts and it's gettin' romantic
A
Aunt Linda just got a handmade ceramic
B                                      E
Ashtray from Uncle Jay and it made her cry


[Chorus]
 A              B
We put up a tree, string up the lights
E                          C#m
This time of year, there's nothin' like
A                    B           E
The smell of pumpkin pie and cigarettes
A               B              E                 C#m            A
Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally
leave
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Me and that Christmas tree, the plastic nativity
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And Aunt Linda's Camel are gonna be lit


[Bridge]
A                       G#m
There's always cases of COVID now
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And cases of cold Natty Light
A                       G#m            C#m
Someone always Ubers to Christmas Eve church
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'Cause they're too tipsy to drive
 E
When the sweet sounds of giggles and laughter
B                        E
Turn into spoiled little screams
B                  E
Every year, I C#m reminded
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Why dry January's a thing


[Instrumental Break]
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[Out-Chorus]
E
So much for silent night
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It's the sound of little angels throwing fits
A               B             E                  C#m            B A
Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally
leave
 B
Me and that Christmas tree
 A                             B
Oh, no, there's some bulbs burned out I see
 A                B               E
But other than them, we are gonna be lit