Cifras
The Season's Upon Us

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Introducción:  C   F   G   C   C   F   G   C  

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The season's upon us, it's that time of year
 C                   F                             G                 C 
Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer
                 C                         F                                 G                         C 
There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung
                 C                       F                   G                     C 
There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
                 C                                 F                   G               C 
There's bells and there's holly, the kids are gung-ho
           C                       F                       G                     C 
True love finds a kiss beneath fresh mistletoe
           C                       F                             G                   C 
Some families are messed up while others are fine
               F                                       G                                           C  F  G  C  F  G  C 
If you think yours is crazy... well you should see mine
       C                     F                     G                   C 
My sisters are wackjobs, I wish I had none
             C                       F                   G                       C 
Their husbands are losers and so are their sons
       C                   F               G                     C 
My nephew's a horrible wise little twit
                 C                 F                                 G                     C 
He once gave me a nice gift wrapped box full of shit
       C                         F                         G             C 
He likes to pelt carolers with icy snowballs
                         C                       F                         G                         C 
I'd like to take him out back and deck more than the halls
           C                     F                       G             C 
With family like this I would have to confess
               C                   F                   G                         C 
I'd be better off lonely, distraught and depressed
         F                                           C 
The season's upon us, it's that time of year
 G                                                   C 
Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer
                 F                                                             C 
There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung
                 G 
There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
 F                           G                                     C   F  G  C  F  G  C 
They call this Christmas where I'm from
 C                             F                         G                     C 
My mom likes to cook push our buttons and prod
       C                       F                         G                   C 
My brother just brought home another big broad
         C                     F                         G                         C 
The eye rollin? whispers come loud from the kitchen
         C                           F                             G                 C 
I'd come home more often if they'd only quit bitchin'
 C                   F                           G                     C 
Dad on the other hand's a selfish old sod
               C             F                         G                 C 
Drinks whiskey alone with my miserable dog
         C                         F                         G                         C 
Who won't run off fetch sure he couldn't care less
       C                   F                           G                     C 
He defiled my teddy bear and left me the mess
         F                                           C 
The season's upon us, it's that time of year
 G                                                   C 
Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer
                 F                                                             C 
There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung
                 G 
There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
 F                           G                                     C  F  G  C  F  G  C 
They call this Christmas where I'm from
         F                             G 
The table's set, we raise a toast
         C                                       G 
The father, son, and the Holy Ghost
         G                                         C 
I'm so glad this day only comes once a year
                 F 
You can keep your opinions, your presents, your happy new year
 F                           G                                     C  F  G  C 
They call this Christmas where I'm from
 F                           G                                     C  F  G  C  F  G  C 
They call this Christmas where I'm from

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