What’ll It Be?

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     C             Em7
It's 5:53 on Thanksgiving
        Gm7                      
Not one customer's walked through 
     C
the door
              F                    
But I'm still here, slingin' drinks
       C/E
 for a living
     E7                   Am
I've never played piano before

Not bad

Dm7                       Em7    
I know this town like the back of
    Am7
 my hand
        Dm7                   Em7 
But I'm not such a fan of the back
       Am7
 of my hand
             Dm7
Cause if you look real close
         C/E
At those little hairs and veins 
You're like
F
"Hands are sort of gross"
D7/F#               F/G
It's hard to explain
G
The point is

Ab          Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb                         F
Why won't you let me break free?
     Ab
Am I doomed to stay here
           Eb
Pouring my high school friends' 
beers
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        Bb            F
For the rest of eternity?

Ab          Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb                          F/A
You know just where to find me
     Fm/Ab                 C/G
I'll never go far, so pull up to the
 bar
F/G
Hey, West Covina
G7             F
    What'll it be?

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     C               Em7
It's 5:55, I'm still singing
        Gm7                       
The big Turkey Day game's letting 
C
out
             F
But no one's comin' here
         C
Who am I kiddin'?
         E7
Hey, you sunburned MILFs
          Am
Give me a shout

     Dm7
Everyone's going home
            Em7          Am7
'Cause it's time to give thanks
Dm7                             
Thanks for the chain stores and 
Em7         Am7
outlets and banks
Dm7                              
Thanks for this town three short 
C/E
hours from the beach
      F                           
Where all of your dreams can stay 
D7/F#             F/G G
just out of reach

Dun-dun bom-bom!

Gun-ga bom-dom!

Ab          Eb
Hey, West Covina
           Bb                      
You're not listenin', so what's the
 F
 use?
      Ab                       Eb
Is my purpose in life to slice limes
 with a knife?
      Bb                   
Or to serve Deb a vodka and 
 F
cranberry juice?

Hey, Deb, I'll be right with you.

Ab          Eb
Hey, West Covina
Bb                       F/A
Look what you're doing to me
          Fm/Ab
Can't you see, West Covina
               C/G
You're killing me, West Covina
     F/G
Last call, West Covina
G7              F
   What'll it be?

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