Am C F C Well, sit right down my wicked son Am C F C And let me tell you a story Am C F C About the boy who fell from glory Am C F C And how he was a wicked son Chorus: G F Am C F C This ain't no holiday G F But it always turns out this way D Am Here I am, with my hand He took his sister from his head And then painted her on the sheets And then he rolled her up in grass and trees And they kissed 'til they were dead Chorus Well, sit right down, my wicked son and let me tell you a story About the boy who fell from glory and how he was a wicked son Chorus: This ain't no holiday, no, no But it always turns out this way Here I am with my hand This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here I am with my hand | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D F G |