Patent Pending – The Whiskey The Liar The Thief (Guitar)

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        C
 He was brought up like a sailor,

   F
 A pirate of the streets,

          C                           G
 Stealing booty, booze, and dirty magazines

     Am         F         C          G
 The rainy days come, the rainy days go,

     Am           G         C
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief!

         C
 She was coddled like a princess,

     F
 And promised as a bride,

      C                            G
 Lady Jekyll had a secret life to hide

                Am           F              C            G
 So through the window she'd creep when her father fell asleep,

     Am           G         C
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief!

     F                                 C       
 She bats her eyes and lies about her ring,

    F                                C       G
 He used the coin he stole to buy the drinks.

       Am                  F             C              G
 Never thought they'd find love drowning sorrows at the pub,

     Am           G         C
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief!

          C
 He never made an honest buck,

          F
 She only borrowed from the truth,

               C                                 G
 They were the greatest match that hell had ever seen

            Am            F               C                G
 But if you reap what you sew, it doesn't matter where you go,

     Am           G         C
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief!

     F                                 C       
 She bats her eyes and lies about her ring,

     F                                 C       G
 The coin he stole is buying all the drinks.

           Am            F           C          G
 It's the devil's first mate and a drunken runaway

     Am           G         C
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief!

   C                  
 A round for our two lovers,

         F                
 In this bar stool fairy tale,

        C                             G     
 Giving something for us bastards to believe

           C                 F             C              G
 You never think you'll find love drowning sorrows at the pub,

     Am             G           C
 With whiskey, And liars, and thieves!

   F                                  C             
 A toast to those who stole another day (one more day!),

   F                               C   G          
 A round to those who lied to get away (one more drink?)

        Am              F             C              G
 And to those who found love drowning sorrows at the pub,

      Am              F             C              G
 Some day you'll find love drowning sorrows at the pub,

       Am                  F             C              G
 Never thought they'd find love drowning sorrows at the pub,

     Am           G         C
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief!