Corey Smith – Drinkin Again (Guitar)

A        
Feels like a Friday night 

         F#m              G
But it's only Monday afternoon

                D 
Still there's a party goin' on in my livin' room 

A
It's just me and fifth of Beam 

F#m                          G
Swayin' to the sounds of old George Jones

                D
And it won't be long 'til the whole damn bottle's gone 

A                         F#m
And I know it might sound sad 

                                    G
But to tell the truth it ain't half bad

      D                                  
Gonna drown my blues in a sea of whiskey 

    E         A
I'm drinkin' again 

D      E                         A
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in 

         D           C#m               Bm               A
So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin' in

             G                      D 
Sure, it's a sin but I don't really give a damn

             A      F#m   G   D 
I'm drinkin' again 

A
I've got no friends to call 

F#m                                     G
They've all straightened up and settled down

    D 
And they don't ever wanna hang around 

A
But I guess I understand 

F#m                            G
This house ain't much for company 

              D
Smells like a cesspool here, It's stinkin' nasty 

A
And you might say I'm bad off 

F#m                               G
But I chose the road I strumbled across

                   D
I picked my poison Give me another shot of bourbon 

          E         A
Cause I'm drinkin' again

D      E                         A 
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in

         D           C#m               Bm              A 
So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin in 

             G                      D
Sure, it's a sin but I don't really give a damn

              A 
I'm drinkin' again 

     A
Well fortunately for me I find relief

         F#m 
When the world is weighin' down on me 

        G
I pop a top, I take a shot, I drop a pill

         D 
Turn the radio up, sit back and chill

A 
Pretend my life is a bed of roses 

F#m
Try not to notice all the ghosts

         G 
That are hauntin me and tauntin me 

                 D
And wantin me to cut my wrists 

    A
And laugh at me, as I scream in agony 

F#m
I get high for the sake of my family 

          G
Cause the alcohol is all that's helpin me 

   D
To cope since I went broke and lost my hope 

A
I kicked my girl to the curb of the road 

           F#m
You know I couldn't afford to support us both 

     G
Hell I'm not rich, don't have a good job 

   D
Do construction work with this dude named Bob

            A  
And he's an ass. Yells at me all the time 

     F#m
Pays minimum wage on overtime

           G 
Still he's got it made, drives an Escalade 

         D
And gets two hundred times what I get paid 

              A
But that's okay. 

F#m
I'll chug liquor and he can sip red wine 

            G
And I'll be fine. Trying to find some peace 

          D
I'll quit payin' my rent and I'll break my lease

          A 
I'll live out on the streets and beg for change 

F#m
Crawl in a box when it starts to rain 

   G
Forget my family and my friends 

           D
Forget the world, ya'll, I'm drinkin' again 

    E         A
I'm drinkin' again

D      E                         A 
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in

         D           C#m               Bm              A
So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin in

             G               D 
Sure, it's a sin, but I done lost control 

        A       
And I'm drinkin' again y'all 

    F#m             G   D
I'm drinkin' again 

              A
I'm drinkin' again

                F#m
I done said goodbye

                   G          D
To the twelve-step program 

    A
I'm drinkin'