| G | D7 | G | Oh, the | weather out | side is | frightful, |
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| Bbdim | D7 | But the fire is | so de | lightful, |
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| Am | E7 | Am | And | since we've no | place to | go, |
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| D7 | G | Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
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| G | D7 | G | It | doesn't show | signs of | stopping, |
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| Bbdim | D7 | And I brought some | corn for | popping. |
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| Am | E7 | Am | The | lights are turned | way down | low, |
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| D7 | G | Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
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| | D | | When we | finally kiss good night, |
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| | Em7 | A7 | D | | How I'll | hate going | out in the | storm, |
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But if you really hold me tight, |
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| | E7 | A7 | D7 | | All the | way home | I'll be | warm. |
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| G | D7 | G | The | fire is | slowly | dying, |
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| Bbdim | D7 | Bb | C#dim | F7 | And, my dear, we're | still good | bying, | | | |
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| Am | E7 | Am | But as | long as you | love me | so, |
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| D7 | G | Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
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