A Kind Of Christmas Card(Chords)

	        
		 
 
Intro: D   Bm   F#m   A  (2x) 

D                    Bm    
  All you folks back home 
           F#m           A 
I'll never tell you this 
D                        Bm 
  You're not supposed to know 
     F#m                A 
Where your daughter is 

      G                A 
There are ways of life 
                Bm 
You never understood 
           G 
It's right here 
A              D    A 
Downtown Hollywood 
           G                   A 
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard 
                         Bm    
I've got a stolen moment trying hard 
    A                      G               A 
To write a kind of, kind of Christmas card 

    D        Bm      F#m          A   
But I____________ am burning out again 
   D      Bm           F#m              A   
Toni___________ght there is fever in my veins 

D      Bm 
Mama, dear 
        F#m           A 
All the love you gave 
D                        Bm  
  I guess there's really nothing, 
    F#m             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                A 
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees, 
                               G  
That's where I'm at - Down in Los-Angeles 

    D        Bm      F#m           A   
And I____________ am burning out again 
    D        Bm        F#m            A 
And I____________ must rise above the shame 
    D        Bm               F#m         A        G    Bm    G     Bm  A  
Toni_____________ght there is fever in my veins, yeah 

G   A                                   Bm 
Oh,    just think of the girl I used to be 
         G                A           D  A 
You were my age once, mama, Twenty-three 
                         G                       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 

    D        Bm      F#m           A   
And I____________ am burning out again ...
	        

Written by Morten Harket