A Stick A Carrot A String

E the horse’s hay beneath his head A F# E our lord was born to a manger bed E A that all whose wells run dry F# E could drink of his supply E A to keep him warm , the sheep drew near F# E so grateful for his coming here E A come with news of grace F# E come to take my place E the donkey whispered in his ear A F# E "child , in 30 - some - odd years E A you’ll ride someone who looks like me F# E untriumphantly" E A the cardinals warbled a joyful song F# E he’ll make right what man made wrong E bringing low the hills A F# E that the valleys might be filled E A then "child" , asked the birds F# E "well , aren’t they lovely words we sing?" E A the tiny baby lay there F# E without saying anything E at a distance stood a mangy goat A F# E with the crooked teeth and a matted coat E A weary eyes and worn F# E chipped and twisted horns E A thinking "maybe i’ll make friends someday F# E with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet E A but for now , i’ll keep away F# E i’ve got nothing smart to say" E A there’s a sign on the barn F# E in the cabbage town E A "when the rain picks up F# E and the sun goes down E A sinners , come inside F# E with no money , come and buy E A no clever talk , nor a gift to bring F# E requires our lowly , lovely king E A come you , empty handed , F# you don’t need anything" [ the Solo is tremolo picking listen to the song to figure out the pattern of how long to pick each note} E - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 11 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | B - - 14 - 16 - - 17 - 16 - - - 16 - 14 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | G - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | A - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | E - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | E A and the night was cool and clear as glass F# E with the sneaking snake in the garden grass E A deep cried out to deep F# E the disciples fast asleep E A and the snake perked up when he heard you ask F# E "if you’re willing that this cup might pass E we could find our way back home A F# E maybe start a family all our own" E A "but does not the father guide the son? F# E not my will , but yours be done . E A what else here to do? F# E what else for me , but you?" E A and the snake who’d held the world F# E a stick , a carrot and a string E A was crushed beneath the foot F# E of your not wanting anything