Chords for The Pixies - Holiday song
Tempo:
81 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
D
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
Well, sit right down, my wicked son, and let me tell you a story
[A] About the boy who fell from glory and [C] how it was a wicked [G] son.
This ain't no [F] holiday, but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [C] nails.
He took his sister from his head [Am] and he painted her on the sheets.
And he [C] rolled her up some trees and then kissed her, they were dead.
[G] This ain't [F] no holiday, [A]
[Em] but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with [Am] my [C] hair.
[C] Well, sit right down, my evil son, and let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell [A] from glory and how he was a wicked [G] son.
[F]
But it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [Cm] hair.
[C] [G]
This ain't no [C] holiday, [C] [G]
but it [F] always turns out [D] this way.
Here I am [Am] with [C] my hair.
[Am]
[E]
Well, sit right down, my wicked son, and let me tell you a story
[A] About the boy who fell from glory and [C] how it was a wicked [G] son.
This ain't no [F] holiday, but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [C] nails.
He took his sister from his head [Am] and he painted her on the sheets.
And he [C] rolled her up some trees and then kissed her, they were dead.
[G] This ain't [F] no holiday, [A]
[Em] but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with [Am] my [C] hair.
[C] Well, sit right down, my evil son, and let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell [A] from glory and how he was a wicked [G] son.
[F]
But it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [Cm] hair.
[C] [G]
This ain't no [C] holiday, [C] [G]
but it [F] always turns out [D] this way.
Here I am [Am] with [C] my hair.
[Am]
[E]
Key:
C
F
G
D
Am
C
F
G
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, sit right down, my wicked son, and let me tell you a story
[A] About the boy who fell from glory and [C] how it was a wicked [G] son.
This ain't no [F] holiday, _ _ _ but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [C] nails. _ _ _
_ _ He took his sister from his head [Am] and he painted her on the sheets.
And he [C] rolled her up some trees and then kissed her, they were dead.
[G] This ain't [F] no holiday, [A] _
_ _ [Em] but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with [Am] my [C] hair. _ _ _
_ _ [C] Well, sit right down, my evil son, and let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell [A] from glory and _ how he was a wicked [G] son.
_ _ [F] _ _
_ _ But it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [Cm] hair. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
This ain't no [C] holiday, _ [C] _ _ _ [G]
but it [F] always turns out [D] this way.
Here I am [Am] with [C] my hair. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, sit right down, my wicked son, and let me tell you a story
[A] About the boy who fell from glory and [C] how it was a wicked [G] son.
This ain't no [F] holiday, _ _ _ but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [C] nails. _ _ _
_ _ He took his sister from his head [Am] and he painted her on the sheets.
And he [C] rolled her up some trees and then kissed her, they were dead.
[G] This ain't [F] no holiday, [A] _
_ _ [Em] but it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with [Am] my [C] hair. _ _ _
_ _ [C] Well, sit right down, my evil son, and let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell [A] from glory and _ how he was a wicked [G] son.
_ _ [F] _ _
_ _ But it [F] always turns out this [D] way.
Here I am with my [Cm] hair. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
This ain't no [C] holiday, _ [C] _ _ _ [G]
but it [F] always turns out [D] this way.
Here I am [Am] with [C] my hair. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
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