White Wine In The Sun (Christmas Song)

Intro 4x: F

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I, I really like Christmas
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It’s sentimental I know, but I just
         F
 really like it
F
I’m, I’m hardly religious
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I’d rather break bread with Dawkins
                          F
 than Desmond Tutu to be honest
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And yes I have all of the usual 
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objections to consumerism
The commercialisation of an ancient 
   Bb
religion

And the western-isation of a dead 
Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling 
                   F
PlayStations and beer
                     C
But I still really like it.

F
I’m looking forward to Christmas
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Though I’m not expecting a visit 
       F
from Jesus
                   C
I’ll be seeing my dad
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My brother and sisters, my gran and
     Dm
 my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in 
     Bb
the sun
                   C
I’ll be seeing my dad
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My brother and sisters, my gran and
    Dm
 my mum
We’ll be drinking white wine in the 
Bb
sun.

F
I don’t go for ancient wisdom
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I don’t believe just ’cause ideas 
are tenacious it means that they’re 
  F
worthy
F
I get freaked out by churches
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Some of the hymns that they sing 
have nice chords but the lyrics are 
  F
dodgy
               C
And yes I have all of the usual 
objections
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To the mis-education of children 
                          Bb
forced into a cult institution

And taught to externalise blame

And to feel ashamed
And to judge things as plain right 
     F
and wrong
                      C
But I quite like the songs.

F
I’m not expecting big presents
    Bb                             
The old combination of socks, jocks
                                F
 and chocolate is just fine by me.
                          C
'Cause I’ll be seeing my dad
    C7                             
My brother and sisters, my gran and
    Dm
 my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in 
     Bb
the sun
                   C
I’ll be seeing my dad
   C7                              
My brother and sisters, my gran and
    Dm
 my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in 
     Bb
the sun.

    Bb
And you my baby girl
    F
My jetlagged infant daughter
           Bb
You’ll be handed round the room
        F
Like a puppy at a primary school
    Bb
And you’re too young to know
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But you will learn yourself one day
          Bb
That wherever you are and whatever 
you face
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These are the people who’ll make 
                       Dm
you feel safe in this world
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My sweet blue-eyed girl

        Bb
And if my baby girl
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When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
     Bb
And Christmas comes around
         F
And you find yourself nine thousand 
miles from home
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You’ll know whatever comes
       C7                          
Your brother and sister, and me and
      Dm
 your mum
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Will be waiting for you in the sun
C7                   Csus4
Girl, when Christmas comes
C7
Your brothers and sisters, your 
aunts and your uncles
       C7                          
Your grandparents, cousins, and me 
         Dm
and your mum
Will be drinking white wine in the 
 Bb
sun
           F
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Bb
Baby, whenever you come
We’ll be drinking white wine in the 
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sun
 Bb
Waiting.

F
I, I really like Christmas
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It’s sentimental I know.