What'll It Be?

	  		Intro Dm7  G7  C 

     C             Em7 
It's 5:53 on Thanksgiving 
        Gm7                           C 
Not one customer's walked through the door 
              F                           C/E 
But I'm still here, slingin' drinks for a living 
     E7                   Am 
I've never played piano before 

Not bad 

Dm7                       Em7        Am7 
I know this town like the back of my hand 
        Dm7                   Em7        Am7 
But I'm not such a fan of the back of my hand 
             Dm7 
Cause if you look real close 
         C/E 
At those little hairs and veins You're like 
F 
"Hands are sort of gross" 
D7/F#               F/G 
It's hard to explain 
G 
The point is 

Ab          Eb 
Hey, West Covina 
Bb                         F 
Why won't you let me break free? 
     Ab 
Am I doomed to stay here 
           Eb 
Pouring my high school friends' beers 
        Bb            F 
For the rest of eternity? 

Ab          Eb 
Hey, West Covina 
Bb                          F/A 
You know just where to find me 
     Fm/Ab                 C/G 
I'll never go far, so pull up to the bar 
F/G 
Hey, West Covina 
G7             F 
    What'll it be? 

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     C               Em7 
It's 5:55, I'm still singing 
        Gm7                       C 
The big Turkey Day game's letting out 
             F 
But no one's comin' here 
         C 
Who am I kiddin'? 
         E7 
Hey, you sunburned MILFs 
          Am 
Give me a shout 
  
     Dm7 
Everyone's going home 
            Em7          Am7 
'Cause it's time to give thanks 
Dm7                             Em7         Am7 
Thanks for the chain stores and outlets and banks 
Dm7                              C/E 
Thanks for this town three short hours from the beach 
      F                           D7/F#             F/G G 
Where all of your dreams can stay just out of reach 

Dun-dun bom-bom! 

Gun-ga bom-dom! 

Ab          Eb 
Hey, West Covina 
           Bb                       F 
You're not listenin', so what's the use? 
      Ab                       Eb 
Is my purpose in life to slice limes with a knife? 
      Bb                    F 
Or to serve Deb a vodka and cranberry juice? 

Hey, Deb, I'll be right with you. 

Ab          Eb 
Hey, West Covina 
Bb                       F/A 
Look what you're doing to me 
          Fm/Ab 
Can't you see, West Covina 
               C/G 
You're killing me, West Covina 
     F/G 
Last call, West Covina 
G7              F    
   What'll it be? 

Final C/E  Eb6  F/G  C