I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas

 A                       G        
I was thinking I could clean up 
            Bm
for Christmas
            A        G        D
And then, baby, I'm through
Four more weeks that couldn't make 
any difference
Except maybe to you

          F                  D
But I've tried to use that trick
          F           D  Fm
Like a carrot on a stick
So I was thinking I could clean up 
for Christmas
Then, baby, I'm through

I was thinking I could clean up for 
Christmas
And then, baby, I'm done
One less fucker trying to get in the
 business
Of the prodigal son

Where I know I can't compete
Once I'm off of Hastings Street
So I was thinking I could clean up 
for Christmas
Then, baby, I'm done
  A                             
'Cause I can't live loaded and I 
                 G  Bm
can't live sober
  A                                
And I've been this way since the 
             G  Bm
end of October
  A
And I know enough to know
       G               Bm        
That, baby, when it's over, it's 
D
over
And it's over
                  A
'Cause, baby, I'm done

I was thinking I could clean up for 
Christmas
And then call it a day
Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a
 witness
To my moral decay

And that, once upon a time
I believed it was a victimless crime
I was thinking I could clean up for 
Christmas
Then call it a day
Then call it a day
Then call it a day