Trans Siberian Orchestra- Christmas Nights In Blue Chords
Tempo:
79.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
B
F#
E
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Don't know how but suddenly, man you are with Jelly Roll Martin [Em] playing [Bm] for the bar.
Inside here, lights are low, but each song has its own [G] glow.
As he floats them through that smoky hell, we just can't [E] believe he's [A] really there.
How [F#] old is he, can I [Bm] say?
The things he taught Cab [E] Calloway, and on this night, [F#] I [Bm] somehow believe him.
[E] [A]
Knows every [F#] song that Christmas [Bm] got, even ones my brain has [E] dropped.
Just him and that old fell [F#] tree, all lit up this night in [Bm] electric blue.
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Can't believe but somehow there you are, talking to strangers, [Bm] sitting across the bar.
Suddenly, all are laughing, this night's smart, always [G] crafting, guilty bitches nearly everywhere.
This old wall, it just [A] builds a step.
Outside [A#m] colored lights they [Bm] bleed, snow is white and colors [E] neat.
As it [F#] just comes down like [Bm] pure [C#] salvation, [Bm] [E] [A] it offers [F#] all its amnesty, [Bm] it makes your neighbor guess and [E] see.
That's for [F#] a tree in this old bar, [Bm] electrified and blue.
I got a [B] drop dead simple childhood view [Bm] of salvation.
Perhaps [B] that's how it was always meant to be.
And the more I add up [F] all this [Bm] information, seems it all comes down in the end to you and [B] me.
[F] [Bm] And you look around till you find a phone, you call [B] your mom and everyone at home, and the bar looks on and they start [Bm] to cheer.
When you talk [B] to folks you haven't seen [F] in years, [B] and the snow comes down and the children play, and they pray to God it never [F] goes away.
[B] And the childhood prayers never be denied, and the night goes on till it's carolized.
[Bm]
Carolized.
[B] Carolized.
[Bm] Carolized.
[B] Carolized.
[A] On this tree, [F#] the lights are dark, [Bm] but the colors here are down to white.
[E] I guess it kind [F#] of fits the [Bm] situation.
[C#] [Bm] [E] [A]
Ornaments [F#] still shine bright, [Bm] watch them glitter in the night.
[E]
Justice or virtue in me, [F#] all lit up this night.
[D#] [Bm] Electric Blue.
[B] [Bm]
[B] [Bm]
[B] [F] [Bm]
[B] [F] [Bm] [F] [Bm]
[F] [Bm] [F]
[N]
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Don't know how but suddenly, man you are with Jelly Roll Martin [Em] playing [Bm] for the bar.
Inside here, lights are low, but each song has its own [G] glow.
As he floats them through that smoky hell, we just can't [E] believe he's [A] really there.
How [F#] old is he, can I [Bm] say?
The things he taught Cab [E] Calloway, and on this night, [F#] I [Bm] somehow believe him.
[E] [A]
Knows every [F#] song that Christmas [Bm] got, even ones my brain has [E] dropped.
Just him and that old fell [F#] tree, all lit up this night in [Bm] electric blue.
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Can't believe but somehow there you are, talking to strangers, [Bm] sitting across the bar.
Suddenly, all are laughing, this night's smart, always [G] crafting, guilty bitches nearly everywhere.
This old wall, it just [A] builds a step.
Outside [A#m] colored lights they [Bm] bleed, snow is white and colors [E] neat.
As it [F#] just comes down like [Bm] pure [C#] salvation, [Bm] [E] [A] it offers [F#] all its amnesty, [Bm] it makes your neighbor guess and [E] see.
That's for [F#] a tree in this old bar, [Bm] electrified and blue.
I got a [B] drop dead simple childhood view [Bm] of salvation.
Perhaps [B] that's how it was always meant to be.
And the more I add up [F] all this [Bm] information, seems it all comes down in the end to you and [B] me.
[F] [Bm] And you look around till you find a phone, you call [B] your mom and everyone at home, and the bar looks on and they start [Bm] to cheer.
When you talk [B] to folks you haven't seen [F] in years, [B] and the snow comes down and the children play, and they pray to God it never [F] goes away.
[B] And the childhood prayers never be denied, and the night goes on till it's carolized.
[Bm]
Carolized.
[B] Carolized.
[Bm] Carolized.
[B] Carolized.
[A] On this tree, [F#] the lights are dark, [Bm] but the colors here are down to white.
[E] I guess it kind [F#] of fits the [Bm] situation.
[C#] [Bm] [E] [A]
Ornaments [F#] still shine bright, [Bm] watch them glitter in the night.
[E]
Justice or virtue in me, [F#] all lit up this night.
[D#] [Bm] Electric Blue.
[B] [Bm]
[B] [Bm]
[B] [F] [Bm]
[B] [F] [Bm] [F] [Bm]
[F] [Bm] [F]
[N]
Key:
Bm
B
F#
E
F
Bm
B
F#
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Don't know how but suddenly, man you are with Jelly Roll Martin [Em] playing [Bm] for the bar.
Inside here, lights are low, but each song has its own [G] glow.
As he floats them through that smoky hell, we just can't [E] believe he's [A] really there.
How [F#] old is he, can I [Bm] say?
The things he taught Cab [E] Calloway, and on this night, [F#] I [Bm] somehow believe him.
[E] _ [A]
Knows every [F#] song that Christmas [Bm] got, even ones my brain has [E] dropped.
Just him and that old fell [F#] tree, all lit up this night in [Bm] electric blue. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Can't believe but somehow there you are, talking to strangers, [Bm] sitting across the bar.
Suddenly, all are laughing, this night's smart, always [G] crafting, guilty bitches nearly everywhere.
This old wall, it just [A] builds a step.
Outside [A#m] colored lights they [Bm] bleed, snow is white and colors [E] neat.
As it [F#] just comes down like [Bm] pure [C#] salvation, [Bm] _ [E] [A] it offers [F#] all its amnesty, [Bm] it makes your neighbor guess and [E] see.
_ That's for [F#] a tree in this old bar, [Bm] electrified and blue. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I got a [B] drop dead simple childhood view [Bm] of salvation.
_ Perhaps [B] that's how it was always meant to be.
_ And the more I add up [F] all this [Bm] information, _ seems it all comes down in the end to you and [B] me.
_ [F] [Bm] And you look around till you find a phone, you call [B] your mom and everyone at home, and the bar looks on and they start [Bm] to cheer.
When you talk [B] to folks you haven't seen [F] in years, [B] and the snow comes down and the children play, and they pray to God it never [F] goes away.
[B] And the childhood prayers never be denied, and the night goes on till it's carolized.
[Bm]
Carolized.
_ _ [B] Carolized.
_ [Bm] Carolized.
_ _ _ [B] Carolized.
_ [A] On this tree, [F#] the lights are dark, [Bm] but the colors here are down to white.
[E] I guess it kind [F#] of fits the [Bm] situation.
[C#] _ [Bm] _ [E] _ [A]
Ornaments [F#] still shine bright, [Bm] watch them glitter in the night.
[E]
Justice or virtue in me, [F#] all lit up this night.
[D#] [Bm] Electric Blue.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
[B] _ _ [F] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F] _ [Bm] _
_ _ [F] _ [Bm] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Don't know how but suddenly, man you are with Jelly Roll Martin [Em] playing [Bm] for the bar.
Inside here, lights are low, but each song has its own [G] glow.
As he floats them through that smoky hell, we just can't [E] believe he's [A] really there.
How [F#] old is he, can I [Bm] say?
The things he taught Cab [E] Calloway, and on this night, [F#] I [Bm] somehow believe him.
[E] _ [A]
Knows every [F#] song that Christmas [Bm] got, even ones my brain has [E] dropped.
Just him and that old fell [F#] tree, all lit up this night in [Bm] electric blue. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just another night in New York City, snow comes down, looks real [G] pretty.
Can't believe but somehow there you are, talking to strangers, [Bm] sitting across the bar.
Suddenly, all are laughing, this night's smart, always [G] crafting, guilty bitches nearly everywhere.
This old wall, it just [A] builds a step.
Outside [A#m] colored lights they [Bm] bleed, snow is white and colors [E] neat.
As it [F#] just comes down like [Bm] pure [C#] salvation, [Bm] _ [E] [A] it offers [F#] all its amnesty, [Bm] it makes your neighbor guess and [E] see.
_ That's for [F#] a tree in this old bar, [Bm] electrified and blue. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I got a [B] drop dead simple childhood view [Bm] of salvation.
_ Perhaps [B] that's how it was always meant to be.
_ And the more I add up [F] all this [Bm] information, _ seems it all comes down in the end to you and [B] me.
_ [F] [Bm] And you look around till you find a phone, you call [B] your mom and everyone at home, and the bar looks on and they start [Bm] to cheer.
When you talk [B] to folks you haven't seen [F] in years, [B] and the snow comes down and the children play, and they pray to God it never [F] goes away.
[B] And the childhood prayers never be denied, and the night goes on till it's carolized.
[Bm]
Carolized.
_ _ [B] Carolized.
_ [Bm] Carolized.
_ _ _ [B] Carolized.
_ [A] On this tree, [F#] the lights are dark, [Bm] but the colors here are down to white.
[E] I guess it kind [F#] of fits the [Bm] situation.
[C#] _ [Bm] _ [E] _ [A]
Ornaments [F#] still shine bright, [Bm] watch them glitter in the night.
[E]
Justice or virtue in me, [F#] all lit up this night.
[D#] [Bm] Electric Blue.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
[B] _ _ [F] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F] _ [Bm] _
_ _ [F] _ [Bm] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _