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Capital Lights - His Favorite Christmas Story (Standard tuning, pretty much the same rhythm the whole way though the song) Chorus 1:
He meAt her up in Delaware in D193A7 She wF#mas wearing red lipstick toE match her pretty dress ADecember 24th at a quDarter till eleAven is when he fF#minally gained the courage to aEsk her to daAnce
A D A A E A (4X) Verse 1:
It was the niAght before Christmas, it was lDove at first siAght The caroF#mlers sang as they daEnced through the night She was a sAmall town girl, he was a tDraveling Aguy He nevF#mer caught her name before they sEaid their goodbyeAs
AA couple years later he was oDut on the roAad F#mHaving Christmas dinner in a dinEer alone When he sAaw a young waitress with a gDleam in her eAye Her favorite F#mday of the year she showed her sEpirits were hAigh
She said Dsir can you shed a little Aholiday cheer F#mA simple Christmas story was all she wantedE to hear He looked prepAared with a smile as he stDarted to sAay here’s myF#m favorite Christmas story about a gEirl wAith no name
Chorus 2:
He said I meAt her up in Delaware in D193A7 She wF#mas wearing red lipstick toE match her pretty dress ADecember 24th at a quDarter till eleAven is when I fiF#mnally gained the courage to aEsk her to daAnce
Verse 2: Every holiday season as he traveled he’d tell about his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well He’d share his favorite story with the locals he met He was called the Christmas story tellin traveling man By age 53 he had done settled down All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around Just to listen to his stories about his life on the road All he had now were these children he told And every Christmas eve they showed up before dark He’d tell them all the story but they knew it by heart They could quote it word for word, he always told it the same It was his favorite Christmas story called the girl with no name Chorus 2 Verse 3: Twenty years later as he took his last breath It was on a cold Christmas morning on a hospital bed The children were grown, he had nobody left Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand He said Ma’am can you share a little holiday cheer A simple Christmas story was all he wanted to hear But his eyes filled with tears at the words that she spoke Because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told Chorus 3: She said I met him up in Delaware in 1937 Though I never caught his name he was a traveling man December 24th at a quarter till eleven I’m so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance.