Cifras
A Kind Of Christmas Card

Tom: G

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D                                                    B  
     All you folks back home
          E              F#                            A  
I'll never tell you this
D                                                              Bm  
     You're not supposed to know
                A  
Where your daughter is
                G                                         A  
There are ways of life
                                          Bm  
You never understood
                A/B    G  
It's right here
A                                    D         A  
Downtown Hollywood
                                        G6                                                 A  
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
                                                                  Bm  
I've got a stolen moment trying hard
          A                                      G  
To write a kind of, kind of Christmas card
D7              Bm  
Mama, dear
                     F#m                            A  
All the love you gave
D                                                              Bm  
     I guess there's really nothing,
          A  
nothing much to save
G                                            A  
     See this place,
                                             Bm  
is as dirty as I feel myself
                                  G                                    A  
There are still some riches
                                  D      A  
At the Roosevelt
                                     G                                                 A  
That evening prayer, those memories
                                                          Bm  
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees,
  A                                                                              G  
That's where I'm at - Down in Los-Angeles
G      A                                                                                            Bm  
Oh,         just think of the girl I used to be
A6                              G                                 A                            D  
     You were my age once, mama, Twenty-three
A                                                                         G6                                                      A  
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
                                                                             Bm  
From that summer of love in '68
                     A                                         G  
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
                                  D6  Bm  G  F#m7A  
Summer of love
                                D    Bm  G  F#mA                                  D      Bm  F#mA  D  Bm  F#mA     D  Bm  F#mA  D  
Winter of hate                 oohhh summer of love