(Verse 1) (G)Grandma got run over by a (C)reindeer, (G)Walkin' home from our house (D)Christmas Eve. (G)You can say there's no such thing as (C)Santa, (G)But as for me and Grandpa, we (D)both believe. (G)She'd been drinking too much (C)eggnog, we warned her, (G)Said she didn't need the coat, (D)she was dressed to the nines. (G)Now she's laid up in the hospital, (C)bruises on her side, (G)Got hoof-prints on her forehead, (D)and a fading festive light. (Verse 2) (C)Grandpa's taking it hard, yeah, he's (G)crying in his beer, (D)He keeps saying, "Christmas just (G)won't be the same this year." (C)He found her little slippers (G)in the snow that very night, (D)With the evidence of reindeer (G)and a terrible, dark sight. (G)The lawyers say the chances of a (C)settlement are grim, (G)The insurance company's blaming (D)the old man and the gin. (G)We sent her flowers and a fruitcake, (C)they sent it right back to us, (G)Said she can't have any visitors (D)without a mighty fuss. (Chorus) (C)But she's my Grandma, yeah, the (G)heart of the holiday, (D)Now the empty chair is glaring, (G)and the festive tunes won't play. (C)We still hung the tinsel, (G)we still lit the tree, (D)But there's a big, cold space now (G)where her spirit used to be. (D)We're living the aftermath of (G)the Christmas crash. (Guitar Solo) (The steel guitar takes a slow, heartbreaking, blues-infused solo over the main chord progression, full of mournful bends and long, sustained notes.) (Verse 3) (G)I still see that reindeer, man, (C)standing by the shed, (G)With the sleigh bells jingling softly, (D)and the guilt inside his head. (G)But you can't sue an animal, (C)the law says that much is true, (G)So we're left here with the sadness, (D)and the empty, winter blue. (Chorus) (C)But she's my Grandma, yeah, the (G)heart of the holiday, (D)Now the empty chair is glaring, (G)and the festive tunes won't play. (C)We still hung the tinsel, (G)we still lit the tree, (D)But there's a big, cold space now (G)where her spirit used to be. (D)We're living the aftermath of (G)the Christmas crash. (Outro) (G)Yeah, the Christmas crash... (D)Poor old Grandma... (G)We miss her... (The steel guitar plays a final, slow, weeping note that fades to silence.)
