[4/4, slow] EVEN ROADKILL GETS THE BLUES –J. Wrabek 1. Red splotches on the pavement, green weeds, and fresh white bones; We're all gussied up for Christmas on this section of the road; We've all had to make our sacrifice, and I guess that mine was you– This time of year, even roadkill gets the blues. 2. Taillights shed their sparkle on the shoulder of the road, And the roar of passing traffic hums a carol all its own; And folks say "Merry Christmas" ‘cause they don't know what to do– This time of year, even roadkill gets the blues. CHORUS: There's a package with a pretty ribbon waitin' on a shelf, And I know what's inside it ‘cause I gave it to myself; I didn't get my Christmas wish ‘cause I'm still missing you– This time of year, even roadkill gets the blues. [LEAD BREAK, IF ANYONE CAN PLAY LEAD] 3. Somewhere, there's little animals waiting in their den For a mommy or a daddy that won't come back again; There's a space beside the fireplace that can just be filled with you– This time of year, even roadkill gets the blues. CHORUS: There's a package with a pretty ribbon waitin' on a shelf, And I know what's inside it ‘cause I gave it to myself; I didn't get my Christmas wish ‘cause I'm still missing you– This time of year, even roadkill gets the blues. This time of year, even roadkill gets the blues. (C)2006 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. No animals were harmed in the writing of this song (as long as you don't ask the cats, who had to listen to me singing it).