Chords for You Ain't Getting Sh*t For Christmas - Red Peters
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [D] [A] You know, they [D] say Christmas is a time for giving.
At least that's [E] what the good book says.
And in our [A] house every Christmas Eve, my son and daughter and their families drive down from the big [D] city for an old-fashioned family holiday.
[A] Heck, Ma dresses up the house like a Christmas [A#m] card.
You can hear her in [D] the kitchen singing while she's baking cookies for [A] the children.
And she spends hours [E] wrapping the presents she's been buying since last August.
She [A] hangs all the stockings all over the fireplace.
[Dm] In the morning, I [A] help you down the [Em] prettiest darn [A] Christmas tree you ever saw in your life.
[Dm] This year we really [D] outdid ourselves, [E] you know.
Ma and [Bm] I are getting on in our [A] years, so we decided to give the kids tax-free [F#] cash gifts of [A] $10,000 apiece.
Well, [D] I reckon it was around noon when I [A] heard the dogs barking.
Come, Rags!
Come, Cousin!
There was Jim the mailman in [D] his old Santa cap coming up the walk, [A] teasing the dogs as usual and holding the [E] package.
Well, he handed it over and he says,
Pappy, it looks like you're getting an overnight package from [A] your daughter.
Well, Ma tore it open, [D] and to both our horrors, we unwrapped a [A] fruitcake with a note that read,
Hello, Mom and Dad.
At the last [C#m] minute, we got a cheap fare on [D] the Internet and went to Hawaii.
Hold on to our gifts [E] till after the first of the year.
Love, Princess.
[A] Well, Ma's eye [D] was broken, and [A] I felt a lump in my throat as I thought [D] to myself,
You ain't getting [E] shit [A] for Christmas.
Princess, you ain't [D] getting shit for Christmas.
You can shove [E] that fruitcake up [A] your ass.
Rags, I'm concerned you can stick that fruitcake up your ass.
[D] You ain't getting [E] shit.
You ain't getting shit.
[A] No, you [E] ain't getting dick.
[D] You ain't getting dick from me, [Bm] Ma.
How do you like that?
You ain't [E] getting shit [G#] for [A] Christmas.
You know, Ma hasn't had a drink in 20 years, and I've been off the [D] sauce myself for a while now,
and heck, [A] if there was ever an excuse to start drinking again,
who in tarnation [D] could that be?
Junior and his family?
[A]
It was [E] some delivery fella standing there holding what looked like a fruitcake tin with a card attached.
[A] Pop, the company's condo's free this week, [D] and you know how much Pumpkin and I love Hilton Head.
[A] Please forward our gifts to this address.
Hey, Ma, save some [D] of that for me!
Well, Ma took a conniption, and things [E] turned real ugly.
She started breaking [A] things and hurled the turkey and those two fruitcakes right through the front window the whole time she [D] was yelling,
You ain't getting [E] shit [A] for Christmas.
Hey, I'll tell you, you ain't getting [D] shit for Christmas.
Can't shove that [E]
fruitcake up [A] your ass.
[D] You ain't getting [E] shit.
You [A] ain't getting shit.
At least that's [E] what the good book says.
And in our [A] house every Christmas Eve, my son and daughter and their families drive down from the big [D] city for an old-fashioned family holiday.
[A] Heck, Ma dresses up the house like a Christmas [A#m] card.
You can hear her in [D] the kitchen singing while she's baking cookies for [A] the children.
And she spends hours [E] wrapping the presents she's been buying since last August.
She [A] hangs all the stockings all over the fireplace.
[Dm] In the morning, I [A] help you down the [Em] prettiest darn [A] Christmas tree you ever saw in your life.
[Dm] This year we really [D] outdid ourselves, [E] you know.
Ma and [Bm] I are getting on in our [A] years, so we decided to give the kids tax-free [F#] cash gifts of [A] $10,000 apiece.
Well, [D] I reckon it was around noon when I [A] heard the dogs barking.
Come, Rags!
Come, Cousin!
There was Jim the mailman in [D] his old Santa cap coming up the walk, [A] teasing the dogs as usual and holding the [E] package.
Well, he handed it over and he says,
Pappy, it looks like you're getting an overnight package from [A] your daughter.
Well, Ma tore it open, [D] and to both our horrors, we unwrapped a [A] fruitcake with a note that read,
Hello, Mom and Dad.
At the last [C#m] minute, we got a cheap fare on [D] the Internet and went to Hawaii.
Hold on to our gifts [E] till after the first of the year.
Love, Princess.
[A] Well, Ma's eye [D] was broken, and [A] I felt a lump in my throat as I thought [D] to myself,
You ain't getting [E] shit [A] for Christmas.
Princess, you ain't [D] getting shit for Christmas.
You can shove [E] that fruitcake up [A] your ass.
Rags, I'm concerned you can stick that fruitcake up your ass.
[D] You ain't getting [E] shit.
You ain't getting shit.
[A] No, you [E] ain't getting dick.
[D] You ain't getting dick from me, [Bm] Ma.
How do you like that?
You ain't [E] getting shit [G#] for [A] Christmas.
You know, Ma hasn't had a drink in 20 years, and I've been off the [D] sauce myself for a while now,
and heck, [A] if there was ever an excuse to start drinking again,
who in tarnation [D] could that be?
Junior and his family?
[A]
It was [E] some delivery fella standing there holding what looked like a fruitcake tin with a card attached.
[A] Pop, the company's condo's free this week, [D] and you know how much Pumpkin and I love Hilton Head.
[A] Please forward our gifts to this address.
Hey, Ma, save some [D] of that for me!
Well, Ma took a conniption, and things [E] turned real ugly.
She started breaking [A] things and hurled the turkey and those two fruitcakes right through the front window the whole time she [D] was yelling,
You ain't getting [E] shit [A] for Christmas.
Hey, I'll tell you, you ain't getting [D] shit for Christmas.
Can't shove that [E]
fruitcake up [A] your ass.
[D] You ain't getting [E] shit.
You [A] ain't getting shit.
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[N] _ [D] _ _ [A] You _ _ know, _ _ they [D] say Christmas is a time for giving.
At least that's [E] what the good book says.
And in our [A] house every Christmas Eve, my son and daughter and their families drive down from the big [D] city for an old-fashioned family holiday.
[A] _ Heck, Ma dresses up the house like a Christmas [A#m] card.
You can hear her in [D] the kitchen singing while she's baking cookies for [A] the children.
And she spends hours [E] wrapping the presents she's been buying since last August.
She [A] hangs all the stockings all over the fireplace.
_ [Dm] In the morning, I [A] help you down the [Em] prettiest darn [A] Christmas tree you ever saw in your life.
[Dm] This year we really [D] outdid ourselves, [E] you know.
Ma and [Bm] I are getting on in our [A] years, so we decided to give the kids tax-free [F#] cash gifts of [A] $10,000 apiece.
Well, [D] I reckon it was around noon when I [A] heard the dogs barking.
Come, Rags!
Come, Cousin!
There was Jim the mailman in [D] his old Santa cap coming up the walk, [A] teasing the dogs as usual and holding the [E] package.
Well, he handed it over and he says,
Pappy, it looks like you're getting an overnight package from [A] your daughter.
Well, Ma tore it open, [D] and to both our horrors, we unwrapped a [A] fruitcake with a note that read,
Hello, Mom and Dad.
At the last [C#m] minute, we got a cheap fare on [D] the Internet and went to Hawaii.
Hold on to our gifts [E] till after the first of the year.
Love, Princess.
[A] Well, Ma's eye [D] was broken, and [A] I felt a lump in my throat as I thought [D] to myself,
You ain't getting [E] shit _ [A] for _ _ Christmas.
Princess, you ain't [D] getting shit for Christmas.
You can shove [E] that fruitcake up [A] your ass.
Rags, I'm concerned you can stick that fruitcake up your ass.
_ [D] You ain't getting [E] shit.
You ain't getting shit.
[A] No, you [E] ain't getting dick.
[D] You ain't getting dick from me, [Bm] Ma.
How do you like that?
You ain't [E] getting shit [G#] for [A] Christmas. _ _
You know, Ma hasn't had a drink in 20 years, and I've been off the [D] sauce myself for a while now,
and heck, [A] if there was ever an excuse to start drinking again, _
who in tarnation [D] could that be?
Junior and his family?
[A] _ _
It was [E] some delivery fella standing there holding what looked like a fruitcake tin with a card attached.
[A] Pop, the company's condo's free this week, [D] and you know how much Pumpkin and I love Hilton Head.
[A] Please forward our gifts to this address.
Hey, Ma, save some [D] of that for me!
Well, Ma took a conniption, and things [E] turned real ugly.
She started breaking [A] things and hurled the turkey and those two fruitcakes right through the front window the whole time she [D] was yelling,
You ain't getting [E] shit _ [A] for Christmas.
Hey, I'll tell you, you ain't getting [D] shit for Christmas.
Can't shove that [E]
fruitcake up [A] your ass. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] You ain't getting [E] shit. _
You [A] _ ain't getting shit.
At least that's [E] what the good book says.
And in our [A] house every Christmas Eve, my son and daughter and their families drive down from the big [D] city for an old-fashioned family holiday.
[A] _ Heck, Ma dresses up the house like a Christmas [A#m] card.
You can hear her in [D] the kitchen singing while she's baking cookies for [A] the children.
And she spends hours [E] wrapping the presents she's been buying since last August.
She [A] hangs all the stockings all over the fireplace.
_ [Dm] In the morning, I [A] help you down the [Em] prettiest darn [A] Christmas tree you ever saw in your life.
[Dm] This year we really [D] outdid ourselves, [E] you know.
Ma and [Bm] I are getting on in our [A] years, so we decided to give the kids tax-free [F#] cash gifts of [A] $10,000 apiece.
Well, [D] I reckon it was around noon when I [A] heard the dogs barking.
Come, Rags!
Come, Cousin!
There was Jim the mailman in [D] his old Santa cap coming up the walk, [A] teasing the dogs as usual and holding the [E] package.
Well, he handed it over and he says,
Pappy, it looks like you're getting an overnight package from [A] your daughter.
Well, Ma tore it open, [D] and to both our horrors, we unwrapped a [A] fruitcake with a note that read,
Hello, Mom and Dad.
At the last [C#m] minute, we got a cheap fare on [D] the Internet and went to Hawaii.
Hold on to our gifts [E] till after the first of the year.
Love, Princess.
[A] Well, Ma's eye [D] was broken, and [A] I felt a lump in my throat as I thought [D] to myself,
You ain't getting [E] shit _ [A] for _ _ Christmas.
Princess, you ain't [D] getting shit for Christmas.
You can shove [E] that fruitcake up [A] your ass.
Rags, I'm concerned you can stick that fruitcake up your ass.
_ [D] You ain't getting [E] shit.
You ain't getting shit.
[A] No, you [E] ain't getting dick.
[D] You ain't getting dick from me, [Bm] Ma.
How do you like that?
You ain't [E] getting shit [G#] for [A] Christmas. _ _
You know, Ma hasn't had a drink in 20 years, and I've been off the [D] sauce myself for a while now,
and heck, [A] if there was ever an excuse to start drinking again, _
who in tarnation [D] could that be?
Junior and his family?
[A] _ _
It was [E] some delivery fella standing there holding what looked like a fruitcake tin with a card attached.
[A] Pop, the company's condo's free this week, [D] and you know how much Pumpkin and I love Hilton Head.
[A] Please forward our gifts to this address.
Hey, Ma, save some [D] of that for me!
Well, Ma took a conniption, and things [E] turned real ugly.
She started breaking [A] things and hurled the turkey and those two fruitcakes right through the front window the whole time she [D] was yelling,
You ain't getting [E] shit _ [A] for Christmas.
Hey, I'll tell you, you ain't getting [D] shit for Christmas.
Can't shove that [E]
fruitcake up [A] your ass. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] You ain't getting [E] shit. _
You [A] _ ain't getting shit.
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