G
I'm sittin' on a rerun couch
 
Lookin' 'round at an empty house
 
Hungover, tryin' to figure out
     Em                D
Just how the hell that I got here
G
Can't blame it on Colorado
 
Tanqueray, no reposado
 
I could try but I know that I sure
Em                D
Can't blame it on ice cold beer

C                     D                    Em
There's an empty Jack bottle by the coffee cup
               D
Did a lot more hurt than good
C                 D                    Em
Girl, I know that I can't fill it back up
        D
But if I could

G
You'd be backin' in the driveway
G
You'd be un-sayin': I'm leavin'
G
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Em                 D
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healin'
G
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
G
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
G
It'd be a better version of me
      Em                  D
Like I used to be, like I was before
     Am                       Bm        G       C
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
   Am7           D            G
If I could drink whiskey in reverse

G
If I could keep turnin' back time
G
To my seventeen-self
G
And tell me the first pull of that stuff
     Em
Will lead you to leavin'
  D                       C
I would've drank anything else

             D
Oh, but that ain't the case
Em                    D                     C
I took it down like a wild-eyed country boy would
          D                           Em
Girl, and I know I can't fill it back up
         D/F#
But if I could

G
You'd be backin' in the driveway
G
You'd be un-sayin': I'm leavin'
G
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Em                 D
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healin'
G
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
G
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
G
It'd be a better version of me
       Em                 D
Like I used to be, like I was before
     Am                       Bm        G       C
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
   Am7           D       Em
If I could drink whiskey in reverse

( D  C7M  Am  D )

       Em              D
It's a damn shame, the Sun don't set in the East
                  C7M             Am                C
'Cause that's the only way, you'd ever come back to me

G
You'd be backin' in the driveway
G
You'd be un-sayin': I'm leavin'
G
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Em          G      D/F#
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healin'
G
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
G
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
G
It'd be a better version of me
       Em                 D
Like I used to be, like I was before
     Am                       Bm        G       C
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
   Am7           D            G
If I could drink whiskey in reverse