[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?

( C/E  Eb6  F/G  C  F/G )

     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