Blake Shelton - Time for me to come home

^AThere's music in the city And li^Dghts are on disp^Alay There's a b^Dig ol tree for a^All to see Where the chi^Bldren run and p^Elay ^AI look out my window so^Dmethin' just don't seem r^Aight Til I s^Daid hello and he^Aard her voice on the ot^Eher end of the l^Aine

^ANow it's Christmas, Christmas I'm hu^Drrying' on my w^Aay Christmas, Christmas, like I'm ri^Bding in a one horse sl^Eeigh Well, I do^An't have to hear no jingle bells, just the ri^Dnging of the ph^Bone M^Aama called and said it's time f^Eor me come on h^Aome

^AThe pies are in the oven You can a^Dlmost taste the a^Air It wa^Drms my heart to f^Aeel her love And k^Bnow how much she ca^Eres It's fu^Anny how going back can get you b^Dack to where you bel^Aong It's the di^Dfference between just a me^Alody and my fa^Evorite Christmas s^Aong

^AWell, it's Christmas, Christmas I'm hu^Drrying' on my w^Aay Christmas, Christmas, like I'm ri^Bding in a one horse sl^Eeigh Well, I d^Aon't have to hear no jingle bells, just the ri^Dnging of the ph^Bone M^Aama called and said "it's time f^Eor You come on h^Aome" M^Aama just called and said "it's time f^Eor you to come ho^Ame"