Loretta Lynn - To heck with old santa claus

^GLast year I hung my s^Ctocking by the ^Gchimney And old^C Santa didn't ^D7bring me anythi^Gng Well I wrote a note and I ^Ctold him what to^G bring me But I didn't even ^D7hear his sleigh bells ^Gring

So to h^Ceck with old Santa Claus When he goes^G dashing through the snow I hope he ^D7falls I'd ^Glike to hit him in his ho ho ho with a ^Cbunch of big snow^Gballs To h^D7eck with old Santa ^GClaus

T^Ghis year I'll build a b^Cig fire in the fir^Geplace I'll be l^Cike a little^D7 pig I read a^Gbout If that big fat whooping ^Cred comes down my ^Gchimney He's a-gonna scorch his^D7 whiskers there's no ^Gdoubt

So to h^Ceck with old Santa Claus When he goes^G dashing through the snow I hope he ^D7falls I'd ^Glike to hit him in his ho ho ho with a ^Cbunch of big snow^Gballs To h^D7eck with old Santa ^GClaus

I'd ^Glike to hit him in his ho ho ho with a ^Cbunch of big snow^Gballs To h^D7eck with old Santa ^GClaus

Yeah to ^D7heck with old Santa ^GClaus