A Stick A Carrot A String

    E
the horse's hay beneath his head
    A
our Lord was born to a manger bed
      F#m
that all whose wells run dry
       A    F#m  E
could drink of his supply

    E
to keep him warm, the sheep drew 
near
    A
so grateful for His coming here
      F#m
come with news of grace
      A  F#m  E
come to take my place
     E
the donkey whispered in his ear
     A
"child, in 30-some-odd years
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you'll ride someone who looks like 
me
   A F#m E
untriumphantly"


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the cardinals warbled a joyful song
      A
he'll make right what man made wrong
     F#m
bringing low the hills
            A F#m E
that the valleys might be filled

        E
then "child", asked the birds
        A
"well, aren't they lovely words we 
sing?"
     F#m
the tiny baby lay there
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        A F#m  E
without saying anything

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at a distance stood a mangy goat
     A
with the crooked teeth and a matted 
coat
   F#m
weary eyes and worn
        A   F#m   E
chipped and twisted horns

    E
thinking "maybe I'll make friends 
someday
       A
with the cows and the hens in the 
rambouillet
      F#m
but for now, I'll keep away
          A   F#m  E
I've got nothing smart to say"

      E
there's a sign on the barn in the 
cabbage town
     A
"when the rain picks up and the sun 
goes down
      F#m
sinners, come inside
           A   F#m   E
with no money, come and buy

E
no clever talk, nor a gift to bring
      A
requires our lowly, lovely king
     F#m
come you, empty handed,
          A  F#m E
you don't need anything"

[the solo is tremolo picking
listen to the song to figure out the
 pattern of how long
to pick each note}
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E
and the night was cool and clear as 
glass
      A
with the sneaking snake in the 
garden grass
     F#m
deep cried out to deep
         A F#m  E
the disciples fast asleep

     E
and the snake perked up when he 
heard You ask
     A
"if you're willing that this cup 
might pass
    F#m
we could find our way back home
                A    F#m E
maybe start a family all our own"

      E
"but does not the Father guide the 
Son?
     A
not my will, but yours be done.
      F#m
what else here to do?
          A   F#m  E
what else for me, but You?"

     E
and the snake who'd held the world
     A
a stick, a carrot and a string
    F#m
was crushed beneath the foot
           A   F#m  E
of your not wanting anything