Capo up 3 frets (or 1 fret depending on which version you listen to). Joni wrote this song based on the short story “The Gift of the Magi,” originally written by O. Henry (William Sydney Porter 1862-1910). It appears that Joni composed this song as a kind of libretto with singing parts for the wife, the husband, and the narrator or cast. Other than a few exceptions, there are 2 main chord shapes throughout the song that only change fret positions. For the higher fret positions, I have listed them as follows: 10th fret = A 11th fret = B 12th fret = C Intro: 087800 065600 000000 (repeat 4 times) 087800 076700 087800 0CBC00 0A9A00 I remem -ber Mon-day rising up to pack his lunch, 087800 076700 087800 We kissed good – bye, *sing* 888888 777777 555555 444444 555555 065600 000000 What a fool-ish girl was I, *sing* what a fool was she 087800 076700 087800 0CBC00 Near the store where I go shopping on display 0A9A00 087800 076700 087800 There was a gol – den watch chain 888888 777777 555555 444444 555555 065600 111111 000000 All that week it had me stop- ping, What a fool was she . . . . . 087800 076700 065600 000000 Almost Christmas, we were so poor. . . . 087800 076700 065600 000000 Where there was will, there were ways, I was sure. . . . . . . 0CBC00 0A9A00 078700 067600 In the paper written plain, I saw an ad, I caught a train, 012100 000000 0A9A00 0CBC00 000000 And sold my hair to buy the chain, what a fool was she. . . . 087800 065600 000000 (Repeat 4 times before the next verse) (The ending on the last verse goes like this:) 065600 000000 065600 000000 And wise men lost their way, Wisemen lose their way, 065600 000000 076700 087800 076700 087800 000000 Merry Christmas Day. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Outro: 087800 065600 000000 (repeat 4 times, then play:) 087800 076700 087800 Complete lyrics: I remember Monday rising up to pack his lunch We kissed goodbye *Sing* What a foolish girl was I *Sing* What a fool was she Near the store where I go shopping On display there was a golden watch chain All that week it had me stopping What a fool was she Almost Christmas, we were so poor Where there was will There were ways I was sure In the paper written plain I saw an ad, I caught a train And sold my hair to buy the chain What a fool was she (and he says:) I remember Monday rising with her hair reflected in my eyes It caught the sun a million times What a fool was he In a window near the office was a comb of pearls and beads and tortoise Oh, the devil'd come to court us What a fool was he Almost Christmas, we were so poor Where there was will There were ways I was sure In the pawnshop coming home I stopped inquiring for a loan And sold the watch to buy the comb What a fool was he Christmas came up cold and glum There were no visions of sugarplums There were no joyous carols sung Oh, what fools were they He sat glaring at her bob As she lay weeping by a chain and fob And sadly burned the Yule log And wise men lost their way Wisemen lose their way Merry Christmas Day
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