Christmas In The Country (Live/Lyric) Chords
Tempo:
105.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#
B
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [F#] Oh, there's nothing quite [B] like Christmas [F#] in the country.
Simple joy, [C#] a family by [F#] the fire,
[D#m] [F#] carols [B] ringing out across [F#] the valley.
For [G#] neighbors that make up the [C#] village choir, [C#m] oh, the joy [F#] [B] in the country.
[G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory.
And [F#] knowing that [B] the simple [F#] old love story [G#] is waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
[C#] Smell the [F#] fudge and apples [C#] from the kitchen.
The bubble lights [G#] that flicker on [C#] the tree.
The whispered sounds [F#] of secrets [C#] from the children.
[F#] Embrace and call [C#] back home [G#] the [C#] light to me.
[D#] [C#] [F#] There's nothing quite [B] like Christmas [F#] in the country.
The silent snow [C#] is falling on [F#] the children.
Press [B] their noses to [F#] the window [G#] as winter turns to magic.
The [C#] old
[G#m] farm, [C#m] that's the [F#] joy of Christmas [B] in the country.
[G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory.
And [F#] knowing that [B] the simple [F#] old love story is [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
[C#] The laughter stops [F#] as dad picks up [C#] the Bible.
It falls from heaven, [G#] open to Luke [C#] chapter 2.
And none of us [F#] will ever [C#] tire of hearing.
[C#] [F#] Now children, here [C#] is how [G#] God [C#] came to you.
[F#] Hail to the blessed [B] country, [F#] shepherds watch me.
The floods have died, [C#] the chronicles [F#] leave me here.
With this well [B] worn Lord as he tells [F#] the story.
[G#] How God loves us much and loves [C#] us dear.
Oh [C#m] the [F#] joy of Christmas [B] in the country.
[G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory.
[F#] And knowing that [B] the simple [F#] old love story is [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just for me.
[F#]
It's [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
[F#]
Simple joy, [C#] a family by [F#] the fire,
[D#m] [F#] carols [B] ringing out across [F#] the valley.
For [G#] neighbors that make up the [C#] village choir, [C#m] oh, the joy [F#] [B] in the country.
[G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory.
And [F#] knowing that [B] the simple [F#] old love story [G#] is waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
[C#] Smell the [F#] fudge and apples [C#] from the kitchen.
The bubble lights [G#] that flicker on [C#] the tree.
The whispered sounds [F#] of secrets [C#] from the children.
[F#] Embrace and call [C#] back home [G#] the [C#] light to me.
[D#] [C#] [F#] There's nothing quite [B] like Christmas [F#] in the country.
The silent snow [C#] is falling on [F#] the children.
Press [B] their noses to [F#] the window [G#] as winter turns to magic.
The [C#] old
[G#m] farm, [C#m] that's the [F#] joy of Christmas [B] in the country.
[G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory.
And [F#] knowing that [B] the simple [F#] old love story is [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
[C#] The laughter stops [F#] as dad picks up [C#] the Bible.
It falls from heaven, [G#] open to Luke [C#] chapter 2.
And none of us [F#] will ever [C#] tire of hearing.
[C#] [F#] Now children, here [C#] is how [G#] God [C#] came to you.
[F#] Hail to the blessed [B] country, [F#] shepherds watch me.
The floods have died, [C#] the chronicles [F#] leave me here.
With this well [B] worn Lord as he tells [F#] the story.
[G#] How God loves us much and loves [C#] us dear.
Oh [C#m] the [F#] joy of Christmas [B] in the country.
[G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory.
[F#] And knowing that [B] the simple [F#] old love story is [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just for me.
[F#]
It's [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
[F#]
Key:
F#
C#
G#
B
C#m
F#
C#
G#
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#] Oh, there's nothing quite [B] like Christmas _ [F#] in the country.
_ _ _ _ _ Simple joy, [C#] a family by [F#] the fire, _
_ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ carols [B] ringing out across [F#] the valley.
For _ _ _ [G#] _ neighbors that make up the [C#] village choir, _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] oh, the joy [F#] _ _ _ [B] in the country.
_ _ _ _ [G#] The love and warmth and gentle _ [C#] memory. _ _
_ _ And _ [F#] knowing that [B] the simple _ [F#] old love story _ _ _ _ [G#] is waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
_ _ _ _ [C#] Smell the [F#] fudge and apples _ [C#] from the kitchen. _
_ _ The _ bubble lights [G#] that flicker on [C#] the tree.
_ _ _ The whispered sounds [F#] of secrets [C#] from the children.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ Embrace and call [C#] back home [G#] the [C#] light to me. _
[D#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] There's nothing quite [B] like Christmas _ [F#] in the _ country.
_ _ _ The silent snow [C#] is falling on [F#] the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ children.
Press [B] their noses to [F#] the window _ _ _ _ [G#] as winter turns to magic.
The [C#] old _ _
[G#m] farm, _ _ _ [C#m] _ that's the [F#] joy of Christmas _ [B] in the country.
_ _ _ _ [G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory. _ _
_ _ And _ [F#] knowing that [B] the simple _ [F#] old love story _ is _ [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for _ me.
_ _ [C#] The laughter stops [F#] as dad picks up [C#] the Bible.
_ _ _ _ It falls from heaven, [G#] open to Luke [C#] chapter _ 2.
_ _ _ And none of us [F#] will ever [C#] tire of hearing.
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] Now children, here [C#] is how [G#] God [C#] came to you.
_ _ _ _ [F#] Hail to the blessed [B] country, _ [F#] shepherds watch me.
_ _ _ _ The floods have died, [C#] the chronicles _ [F#] leave me here.
_ _ _ _ _ With this well [B] worn Lord as he tells [F#] the _ story.
_ _ _ _ [G#] How God loves us much and loves [C#] us dear.
_ _ Oh _ [C#m] _ the [F#] joy of Christmas _ [B] in the _ country.
_ _ _ [G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] And knowing that [B] the simple _ [F#] old love story _ _ is [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just for me.
[F#] _ _ _
_ _ It's _ [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Simple joy, [C#] a family by [F#] the fire, _
_ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ carols [B] ringing out across [F#] the valley.
For _ _ _ [G#] _ neighbors that make up the [C#] village choir, _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] oh, the joy [F#] _ _ _ [B] in the country.
_ _ _ _ [G#] The love and warmth and gentle _ [C#] memory. _ _
_ _ And _ [F#] knowing that [B] the simple _ [F#] old love story _ _ _ _ [G#] is waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
_ _ _ _ [C#] Smell the [F#] fudge and apples _ [C#] from the kitchen. _
_ _ The _ bubble lights [G#] that flicker on [C#] the tree.
_ _ _ The whispered sounds [F#] of secrets [C#] from the children.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ Embrace and call [C#] back home [G#] the [C#] light to me. _
[D#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] There's nothing quite [B] like Christmas _ [F#] in the _ country.
_ _ _ The silent snow [C#] is falling on [F#] the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ children.
Press [B] their noses to [F#] the window _ _ _ _ [G#] as winter turns to magic.
The [C#] old _ _
[G#m] farm, _ _ _ [C#m] _ that's the [F#] joy of Christmas _ [B] in the country.
_ _ _ _ [G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory. _ _
_ _ And _ [F#] knowing that [B] the simple _ [F#] old love story _ is _ [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for _ me.
_ _ [C#] The laughter stops [F#] as dad picks up [C#] the Bible.
_ _ _ _ It falls from heaven, [G#] open to Luke [C#] chapter _ 2.
_ _ _ And none of us [F#] will ever [C#] tire of hearing.
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] Now children, here [C#] is how [G#] God [C#] came to you.
_ _ _ _ [F#] Hail to the blessed [B] country, _ [F#] shepherds watch me.
_ _ _ _ The floods have died, [C#] the chronicles _ [F#] leave me here.
_ _ _ _ _ With this well [B] worn Lord as he tells [F#] the _ story.
_ _ _ _ [G#] How God loves us much and loves [C#] us dear.
_ _ Oh _ [C#m] _ the [F#] joy of Christmas _ [B] in the _ country.
_ _ _ [G#] The love and warmth and gentle [C#] memory. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] And knowing that [B] the simple _ [F#] old love story _ _ is [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just for me.
[F#] _ _ _
_ _ It's _ [G#] waiting in [C#] the country just [F#] for me.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _