Chords for Scuzz, the Night Before Christmas
Tempo:
82.45 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] Skuzz the night before Christmas Skuzz the night before Christmas [G] was drinking
some beer, watching reruns of Hee Haw and [C] eating some beer.
His old socks were hung
by the kerosene heater.
[F] He was dressed in some sweatpants and a dirty wife beater.
[C] The
young'uns were sleeping in his bitch ex [F]-wife's house, cause at the divorce court she called
him a louse.
[C] When outside his trailer there arose such a clatter, he [G] went for his shotgun,
some guts he would splatter.
He burst [C] out the door and yelled, Hey, what the fuck?
I'll
shoot your dead ass off, you're missing my truck.
When [G] what to his red blood [C] shot eyes
did appear, but his big brother Mad Dog with a full case of beer.
Don't shoot me you dumb
ass, Mad Dog yelled in the dark.
You'll wake up the whole goddamn trailer park.
[G] Skuzz put
down his shotgun and gave him a grin.
He [C] said, You brought beer, well then come the
hell in.
They [F] both went inside and pounded that case.
Skuzz grabbed his guitar.
[C] Mad Dog
pulled out the bass.
They made up some [F] tunes about shit they loved doing, drinking and
smoking and fighting [C] and screwing.
Skuzz picked that old six string till his [G] fingers were
sore, singing how his ex-wife was a damn rotten [C] whore.
Then Skuzz got real quiet.
Mad Dog
knew he was sad, missing his family, the life that they'd had.
So Mad Dog said, Brother,
let's go out tonight.
We'll get us some beaver.
[G] We'll get in a fight.
Naw, let's [C] stay in, was Skuzz's reply.
I just can't afford a third [F] DUI.
Besides, I can't
think of a much better gift.
[C] I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift.
I took the
night off, [F] Mad Dog said with a smile.
Some other dumb fuck can buy [C] groceries a while.
Sweet, Skuzz replied.
Now [G] let's have some more beers, cause we're starting to sound
like a couple of [C] queers.
So they talked about old chucks and gals they'd laid, how Smokey
and the [G] Bandit was the best film ever made.
[C] Then they both nestled down, passing out on
the floor.
Mad Dog puked in a trash can, [G] then drank some more.
[C] Skuzz drifted to sleep.
He
was thoroughly crocked, with a grin ear to ear, [G] cause this [C] Christmas rocked.
Merry Christmas!
some beer, watching reruns of Hee Haw and [C] eating some beer.
His old socks were hung
by the kerosene heater.
[F] He was dressed in some sweatpants and a dirty wife beater.
[C] The
young'uns were sleeping in his bitch ex [F]-wife's house, cause at the divorce court she called
him a louse.
[C] When outside his trailer there arose such a clatter, he [G] went for his shotgun,
some guts he would splatter.
He burst [C] out the door and yelled, Hey, what the fuck?
I'll
shoot your dead ass off, you're missing my truck.
When [G] what to his red blood [C] shot eyes
did appear, but his big brother Mad Dog with a full case of beer.
Don't shoot me you dumb
ass, Mad Dog yelled in the dark.
You'll wake up the whole goddamn trailer park.
[G] Skuzz put
down his shotgun and gave him a grin.
He [C] said, You brought beer, well then come the
hell in.
They [F] both went inside and pounded that case.
Skuzz grabbed his guitar.
[C] Mad Dog
pulled out the bass.
They made up some [F] tunes about shit they loved doing, drinking and
smoking and fighting [C] and screwing.
Skuzz picked that old six string till his [G] fingers were
sore, singing how his ex-wife was a damn rotten [C] whore.
Then Skuzz got real quiet.
Mad Dog
knew he was sad, missing his family, the life that they'd had.
So Mad Dog said, Brother,
let's go out tonight.
We'll get us some beaver.
[G] We'll get in a fight.
Naw, let's [C] stay in, was Skuzz's reply.
I just can't afford a third [F] DUI.
Besides, I can't
think of a much better gift.
[C] I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift.
I took the
night off, [F] Mad Dog said with a smile.
Some other dumb fuck can buy [C] groceries a while.
Sweet, Skuzz replied.
Now [G] let's have some more beers, cause we're starting to sound
like a couple of [C] queers.
So they talked about old chucks and gals they'd laid, how Smokey
and the [G] Bandit was the best film ever made.
[C] Then they both nestled down, passing out on
the floor.
Mad Dog puked in a trash can, [G] then drank some more.
[C] Skuzz drifted to sleep.
He
was thoroughly crocked, with a grin ear to ear, [G] cause this [C] Christmas rocked.
Merry Christmas!
Key:
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ Skuzz the night before Christmas _ Skuzz the night before Christmas [G] was drinking
some beer, watching reruns of Hee Haw and [C] eating some beer.
His old socks were hung
by the kerosene heater.
[F] He was dressed in some sweatpants and a dirty wife beater.
[C] The
young'uns were sleeping in his bitch ex [F]-wife's house, cause at the divorce court she called
him a louse.
[C] When outside his trailer there arose such a clatter, he [G] went for his shotgun,
some guts he would splatter.
He burst [C] out the door and yelled, Hey, what the fuck?
I'll
shoot your dead ass off, you're missing my truck.
When [G] what to his red blood [C] shot eyes
did appear, but his big brother Mad Dog with a full case of beer.
Don't shoot me you dumb
ass, Mad Dog yelled in the dark.
You'll wake up the whole goddamn trailer park.
[G] Skuzz put
down his shotgun and gave him a grin.
He [C] said, You brought beer, well then come the
hell in.
They [F] both went inside and pounded that case.
Skuzz grabbed his guitar.
[C] Mad Dog
pulled out the bass.
They made up some [F] tunes about shit they loved doing, drinking and
smoking and fighting [C] and screwing.
Skuzz picked that old six string till his [G] fingers were
sore, singing how his ex-wife was a damn rotten [C] whore.
Then Skuzz got real quiet.
Mad Dog
knew he was sad, missing his family, the life that they'd had.
So Mad Dog said, Brother,
let's go out tonight.
We'll get us some beaver.
[G] We'll get in a fight.
Naw, let's [C] stay in, was Skuzz's reply.
I just can't afford a third [F] DUI.
Besides, I can't
think of a much better gift.
[C] I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift.
I took the
night off, [F] Mad Dog said with a smile.
Some other dumb fuck can buy [C] groceries a while.
Sweet, Skuzz replied.
Now [G] let's have some more beers, cause we're starting to sound
like a couple of [C] queers.
So they talked about old chucks and gals they'd laid, how Smokey
and the [G] Bandit was the best film ever made.
[C] Then they both nestled down, passing out on
the floor.
Mad Dog puked in a trash can, [G] then drank some more.
[C] Skuzz drifted to sleep.
He
was thoroughly crocked, with a grin ear to ear, [G] cause this [C] Christmas rocked. _
Merry Christmas! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
some beer, watching reruns of Hee Haw and [C] eating some beer.
His old socks were hung
by the kerosene heater.
[F] He was dressed in some sweatpants and a dirty wife beater.
[C] The
young'uns were sleeping in his bitch ex [F]-wife's house, cause at the divorce court she called
him a louse.
[C] When outside his trailer there arose such a clatter, he [G] went for his shotgun,
some guts he would splatter.
He burst [C] out the door and yelled, Hey, what the fuck?
I'll
shoot your dead ass off, you're missing my truck.
When [G] what to his red blood [C] shot eyes
did appear, but his big brother Mad Dog with a full case of beer.
Don't shoot me you dumb
ass, Mad Dog yelled in the dark.
You'll wake up the whole goddamn trailer park.
[G] Skuzz put
down his shotgun and gave him a grin.
He [C] said, You brought beer, well then come the
hell in.
They [F] both went inside and pounded that case.
Skuzz grabbed his guitar.
[C] Mad Dog
pulled out the bass.
They made up some [F] tunes about shit they loved doing, drinking and
smoking and fighting [C] and screwing.
Skuzz picked that old six string till his [G] fingers were
sore, singing how his ex-wife was a damn rotten [C] whore.
Then Skuzz got real quiet.
Mad Dog
knew he was sad, missing his family, the life that they'd had.
So Mad Dog said, Brother,
let's go out tonight.
We'll get us some beaver.
[G] We'll get in a fight.
Naw, let's [C] stay in, was Skuzz's reply.
I just can't afford a third [F] DUI.
Besides, I can't
think of a much better gift.
[C] I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift.
I took the
night off, [F] Mad Dog said with a smile.
Some other dumb fuck can buy [C] groceries a while.
Sweet, Skuzz replied.
Now [G] let's have some more beers, cause we're starting to sound
like a couple of [C] queers.
So they talked about old chucks and gals they'd laid, how Smokey
and the [G] Bandit was the best film ever made.
[C] Then they both nestled down, passing out on
the floor.
Mad Dog puked in a trash can, [G] then drank some more.
[C] Skuzz drifted to sleep.
He
was thoroughly crocked, with a grin ear to ear, [G] cause this [C] Christmas rocked. _
Merry Christmas! _ _ _ _ _ _ _