Chords for Billy's Christmas Wish
Tempo:
89.7 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The fat man sat on the busy street corner, [F]
his white beard and red suit in [C] rhyme.
children, for again it was Christmas time.
merrily laughed, spreading [D] his Christmas joy.
he'd say, to each [G] little girl and boy.
merry crowd stood a lad about [C] seven years old, with no coat
[G]
The fat man sat on the busy street corner, [F]
his white beard and red suit in [C] rhyme.
children, for again it was Christmas time.
merrily laughed, spreading [D] his Christmas joy.
he'd say, to each [G] little girl and boy.
merry crowd stood a lad about [C] seven years old, with no coat
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_ _ The fat man sat on the busy street corner, [F]
his white beard and red suit in [C] rhyme.
His ho-ho brought joy [G] to the children, for again it was Christmas time.
His belly would shake as he merrily laughed, spreading [D] his Christmas joy.
I'm Santa, come sit on money, he'd say, to each [G] little girl and boy.
But standing [F] apart from the merry crowd stood a lad about [C] seven years old, with no coat
to [G] cover his bony frame, he was shaky and weak from the cold.
He [D] had no shoes to warm his feet, [G] he looked hungry, just skin and bone.
But with a look of peace on his humble [D] little face, he just stood there all alone.
When Santa saw the [G] boy, a sympathy grew, and he said, come here, lad, come here to me.
He covered the trembling [A] frame with his robe as he placed the child on his knee.
The boy [D] looked up into Santa's eyes with worship for the bearded man, and he said,
My name's [G] Billy, and I love you, sir, why, you're the [F] grandest in all the land.
And I [C] didn't mean to be no trouble, Santa.
He [G] went on trying hard to smile, but I heard you laughing, and I saw the kids, and I [D] thought
I'd just watch for a while.
[G] But I won't bother you with wanting nothing, sir, cause I already know I've been bad.
Santa looked down at the poor little [F] ragged boy, and he said, Son, where's your mother [C] and dad?
Well, my daddy lives [G] in prison, Santa, that's what mama says anyhow.
They say he shot mama's boyfriend.
He's been there a [D] long time now.
And me and mama, we live with Mr.
Brown now.
[G] Mom works at the bar every day.
[F]
Mr.
Brown just drinks beer [C] and cusses a lot whenever I get in his way.
[G]
So I've been gone about four days now, Santa.
I've been sleeping in cars [D] that I find, and I know that makes [G] me a bad boy, but you sure
have been treating me kind.
I've been [D] praying for you since I've been big enough, Santa, every Christmas Eve night.
[G] And then the next day, the kids have all the toys, and I know that you made it all right.
[A] And I'm so glad to see them so happy as I go walking along.
[D] But my stocking is always empty, and that's how I know I've done wrong.
[G] Mr.
Brown told me all about it.
[F] He says I just ain't no good.
And [C] I know he's right, because you never came, sir.
[G] And I know if I wasn't glad, then you would.
It's okay, son, [D] Santa muttered, such faith he had not [G] seen in a while.
Though a tear was straining to fill his eyes, he looked down at the lad with a smile.
Just tell [F] Santa what you'd like, son, anything you [C] might have in mind.
I didn't know [G] where you lived before, Billy, but I promise I won't miss you next time.
Little Billy's face quickly grew brighter, [D] such luck he would never have guessed.
After thinking a while, he finally said, [G] well, sir, I might just have one request.
[F]
Have you ever been to heaven, [C] Santa?
Why, I bet you know God [G] as good as you are.
Could I just ride up to Jesus' house, sir, if it's [D] not too awful far?
He might just [G] let me live there a while.
Daddy says he likes little boys.
And I wouldn't take [D] up too much room, sir.
I'd just sit in the back with the toys.
And I [G] promise not to be bad, Santa, and I could help God do his chores.
[Bm] And he [A] might even let me see Daddy, and I wouldn't be hungry no more.
I'm [D] so tired and sleepy now, Santa, said the child as he looked toward the skies.
[G] With a sigh, he relaxed against Santa's [F] chest and peacefully closed his [C] eyes.
Santa quickly felt for the little boy's [G] pulse.
Someone please get a doctor, he said.
But when the ambulance took little Billy [D] away, everyone knew he was dead.
[G] The children had grown more solid.
As they listened to the little boy, they were no longer happy and laughing.
[F] His story had stolen their joy.
[C] They looked to Santa for comfort.
[G] He fought for the right words to say.
And he said, now kids, don't be sad for Billy, because he just went to heaven [D] today.
He wanted to go and live with God.
So now everything's all [G] right.
Let thoughts of Billy make your [F] hearts be kind.
And I'll see you all [C] Christmas Eve night.
Merry [G] Christmas, everybody.
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_ _ The fat man sat on the busy street corner, [F]
his white beard and red suit in [C] rhyme.
His ho-ho brought joy [G] to the children, for again it was Christmas time.
His belly would shake as he merrily laughed, spreading [D] his Christmas joy.
I'm Santa, come sit on money, he'd say, to each [G] little girl and boy.
But standing [F] apart from the merry crowd stood a lad about [C] seven years old, with no coat
to [G] cover his bony frame, he was shaky and weak from the cold.
He [D] had no shoes to warm his feet, [G] he looked hungry, just skin and bone.
But with a look of peace on his humble [D] little face, he just stood there all alone.
When Santa saw the [G] boy, a sympathy grew, and he said, come here, lad, come here to me.
He covered the trembling [A] frame with his robe as he placed the child on his knee.
The boy [D] looked up into Santa's eyes with worship for the bearded man, and he said,
My name's [G] Billy, and I love you, sir, why, you're the [F] grandest in all the land.
And I [C] didn't mean to be no trouble, Santa.
He [G] went on trying hard to smile, but I heard you laughing, and I saw the kids, and I [D] thought
I'd just watch for a while.
[G] But I won't bother you with wanting nothing, sir, cause I already know I've been bad.
Santa looked down at the poor little [F] ragged boy, and he said, Son, where's your mother [C] and dad?
Well, my daddy lives [G] in prison, Santa, that's what mama says anyhow.
They say he shot mama's boyfriend.
He's been there a [D] long time now.
And me and mama, we live with Mr.
Brown now.
[G] Mom works at the bar every day.
[F]
Mr.
Brown just drinks beer [C] and cusses a lot whenever I get in his way.
[G]
So I've been gone about four days now, Santa.
I've been sleeping in cars [D] that I find, and I know that makes [G] me a bad boy, but you sure
have been treating me kind.
I've been [D] praying for you since I've been big enough, Santa, every Christmas Eve night.
[G] And then the next day, the kids have all the toys, and I know that you made it all right.
[A] And I'm so glad to see them so happy as I go walking along.
[D] But my stocking is always empty, and that's how I know I've done wrong.
[G] Mr.
Brown told me all about it.
[F] He says I just ain't no good.
And [C] I know he's right, because you never came, sir.
[G] And I know if I wasn't glad, then you would.
It's okay, son, [D] Santa muttered, such faith he had not [G] seen in a while.
Though a tear was straining to fill his eyes, he looked down at the lad with a smile.
Just tell [F] Santa what you'd like, son, anything you [C] might have in mind.
I didn't know [G] where you lived before, Billy, but I promise I won't miss you next time.
Little Billy's face quickly grew brighter, [D] such luck he would never have guessed.
After thinking a while, he finally said, [G] well, sir, I might just have one request.
[F]
Have you ever been to heaven, [C] Santa?
Why, I bet you know God [G] as good as you are.
Could I just ride up to Jesus' house, sir, if it's [D] not too awful far?
He might just [G] let me live there a while.
Daddy says he likes little boys.
And I wouldn't take [D] up too much room, sir.
I'd just sit in the back with the toys.
And I [G] promise not to be bad, Santa, and I could help God do his chores.
[Bm] And he [A] might even let me see Daddy, and I wouldn't be hungry no more.
I'm [D] so tired and sleepy now, Santa, said the child as he looked toward the skies.
[G] With a sigh, he relaxed against Santa's [F] chest and peacefully closed his [C] eyes.
Santa quickly felt for the little boy's [G] pulse.
Someone please get a doctor, he said.
But when the ambulance took little Billy [D] away, everyone knew he was dead.
[G] The children had grown more solid.
As they listened to the little boy, they were no longer happy and laughing.
[F] His story had stolen their joy.
[C] They looked to Santa for comfort.
[G] He fought for the right words to say.
And he said, now kids, don't be sad for Billy, because he just went to heaven [D] today.
He wanted to go and live with God.
So now everything's all [G] right.
Let thoughts of Billy make your [F] hearts be kind.
And I'll see you all [C] Christmas Eve night.
Merry [G] Christmas, everybody.
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