Intro

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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 
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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
 
I love my misery 
      D                                  
Gonna drown my blues in a sea of whiskey 


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I'm drinkin' again 
D      E                         A
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in 
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So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin' in
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Sure, it's a sin but I don't really give a damn
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I'm drinkin' again 


A
I've got no friends to call 
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They've all straightened up and settled down
    D 
And they don't ever wanna hang around 
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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 
 
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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 

So they can watch me bleed
    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 
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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. 
                                      
I'll drink to his health and ruin mine 
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 

I'm drinkin' again

I'm drinkin' again
              A
I'm drinkin' again

                F#m
I done said goodbye
                   G          D
To the twelve-step program 

I'm drinkin' again
    A
I'm drinkin'