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Eyolf Østrem

Must Be Santa

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A                        E
Who's got a beard that's long and white
 E                          A
[Santa's got a beard that's long and white]
A                     E
Who comes around on a special night
 E                       A
[Santa comes around on a special night]
A
Special Night, beard that's white
Bm       E
 Must be Santa
A        F#m
 Must be Santa
Bm       E7           A
 Must be Santa, Santa Claus

Winter Wonderland

             C
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, 
       G7
In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight,
 
We're happy tonight.
D9           G7           C 
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,                  B
Walking in a winter wonderland.
E             A              E
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
E                 A            E
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

Here comes Santa Claus

F . D#dim . | C . A7 . | Dm7 . G7 . | C6 
C
Here comes Santa Claus

Here comes Santa Claus
G7 
Right down Santa Claus Lane

Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer
C              C7
Pullin' on the reins
F         D#dim    C        A7
Bells are ringin', children singin'
Dm7    G         C
All is merry and bright
   F         D#dim         C        A7
So hang your stockings and say your prayers
       Dm7         G7      C  (G C6) 
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.
Dm7 . G7 . | C G7 C6 . |  

Little Maggie

Oh, where is little Maggie
Over yonder she stands,
Rifle on her shoulder,
Six-shooter in her hand.

How can I ever stand it,
Just to see them two blue eyes,
Shinin' like some diamonds,
Like some diamonds in the sky.

Rather be in some lonely hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine,
Than to see you be another man's darling,
And to know that you'll never be mine.

Well, it's march me away to the station
With my suitcase in my hand,
Yes, march me away to the station,
I'm off to some far-distant land.

Sometimes I have a nickel,
And sometimes I have a dime,

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

Sittin' on a Barbed-Wire Fence

       Ab
I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents
            Eb7
See my bull dog bite a rabbit
       Db9                                   Ab
And my hound dog is sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

Well, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot
Well, this Arabian doctor comes in, gives me a shot
But he wouldn't tell me what it was that I got

Well, this woman I've got, she's killin' me alive

Seven Days

      Em    C                         G
Seven days, seven more days she'll be comin'
        B7             Em      Am
I'll be waiting at the station for her to arrive
                 B7                   Em
Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive.

She been gone ever since I been a child
Ever since I seen her smile, I never forgotten her eyes.
She had a face that outshine the sun in the skies.

I been good, I been good while I been waitin'
Maybe guilty of hesitatin', But I've been hangin' on
Seven more days, all that'll be gone.
        D

Santa Fe

G
Sante Fe,
C         D              G
dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe
   C                 G
My woman needs every day
    C                  G
She promised to let me stay
      C                    G             D
She's rollin' up a knot to pray to gods away
         G
She's in Sante Fe
C         D              G
Dear dear dear dear dear Santa Fe.
        C                    G
Now she opens up and lets me home
      C                        G
She's brown but she keeps from roam
       C               G
She'll open up a happy home

Nobody 'Cept You

G

G              D                 G
Nothing 'round here to me that's sacred
      Em        C
'Cept you, yeah you
        G             D               G
there's nothing round here to me that matters
      Em        C
'Cept you, yeah you
C
You're the one that reaches me
           G
You're the one that I admire
C
Every time we meet together
  G
I feel like I'm on fire
C
Nothing matters to me
            G           Em
And there's nothing I desire
      C         Am
'Cept you, yeah you

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