Tyler Childers – Sour Mash (Guitar Live)

A                      G     A
The town I come from's mostly sky

A                G        A
Even though the county's dry

A                   G       A
That didn't stop the stream nearby

     E            A
From giving us a daughter

       A                    G        A
She was born in a barrel of American oak

A                         G        A
Made of sugar, maple, and charcoal smoke

A                G        A
She just goes to show your folks

     E               A
What God can do with water

A                   G        A
When I go below the gloomy ground

A                  G        A
You better buy the room a round

A                G        A
Let her weep and lift a glass

    E           G        A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash

A                G        A
Once when I was going through

A                      G        A
Those same old famous, same old blues

A               G        A
Tired of either crying to you

   E      G        A
Or cussin up a quarrelin'

A               G        A
Yes, I slipped and sipped astray

A               G        A
Only took one taste to see the way

A               G        A
Back to Tennessee to stay

 E      G        A
Tennessee my darlin'

    A                   G        A
And when I go below the gloomy ground

    A               G        A
You better buy the room a round

A                G        A
Let her weep and lift a glass

    E                   A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash

A               G        A
I don't want no Beaujolais

A            G        A
Sake, Cider, Chardonnay

A           G        A
Keep Tequila far away

E                   A
You know what I'm cravin'

A                    G        A
Ain't Champagne all fine and chilled

A                    G           A
It's not all rot-gut 'shine, and swill

A            G        A
You ask me, life's a cask

E                G     A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash

    A                   G        A
And when I go below the gloomy ground

    A              G        A
You better buy the room a round

 A               G        A
Let her weep and lift a glass

   E             G   A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash