Mary Chapin Carpenter - Hot buttered rum

^FWhen chimney smoke hangs still and low ^BbAcross the stubbled fields of snow ^FAnd angry skies reach down and seize ^CThe sorry blackened bones of trees ^FIn the dead of winter when the ^Bbsilent snowbirds come

^FYou're my sweet maple sugar, honey, ^Chot buttered ^Frum F Bb F

^FWhen dreary Christmas decorations ^BbLine the streets and filling stations ^FAnd dime store Santas can't disguise ^CTheir empty hands and ^Amempty eyes ^FIn the d^Amead of ^Dmwinter ^Fwhen the ^Bbtinsel angels come

^FYou're my sweet maple sugar, honey, ^Chot buttered ^Frum [Instrumental]

^FWhen gloves and boots and woolen parkas ^BbBring cold comfort to the heart ^FAnd bitter memories freeze the tongue ^CAnd songs of love are left u^Amnsung ^FIn the d^Amead of w^Dminter ^Fwhen the ^Bbcold ^Ffeelings ^Bbcome

^FYou're my sweet maple sugar, honey, ^Chot buttered ^Frum [Ending] ^FIn the d^Amead of w^Dminter ^Fwhen the ^Bbcold ^Ffeelings ^Bbcome ^FYou're my sweet ^Dmmaple sugar, honey, h^Cot buttered r^Fum