Liquor Store Blues

         C#m
Standing at this liquor store,
       G#m                              A                        G#m
Whisky coming through my pores, Feeling like I run this whole block.
      C#m                               G#m
Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch me here,
      A                        G#m
Trying to scratch my way up to the top

          C#m             G#m                A                  G#m
Because my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose.
          C#m             G#m                A                  G#m
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.

Refrão:
              C#m             G#m
I'll take one shot for my pain,
    A         B7
One drag for my sorrow.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow.
    C#m             G#m
One shot for my pain,
    A          B7
One drag for my sorrow.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow.

      C#m                 G#m
Me and my guitar tonight, singing to the city lights
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      A                       G#m
Trying to live with more than what I got

C#m                  G#m
 Cause '68 Cents just, ain't gonna pay the rent so
A                                   G#m
 I'll be out here til they call the cops

      C#m           G#m         A               G#m
Because my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose.
     C#m             G#m          A                 G#m
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.

Refrão:
              C#m             G#m
I'll take one shot for my pain,
    A         B7
One drag for my sorrow.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow.
    C#m             G#m
One shot for my pain,
    A          B7
One drag for my sorrow.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow.

    C#m                     G#m
Here comes Junior Gong, I'm flying high like superman
     A                        G#m       C#m
And thinkin that I run the whole block, I don't know if it's just because
   G#m                        A                               G#m
Pineapple kush between my jaws, Has got me feeling like I'm on top, Feeling like

   C#m                        G#m               A                     Bm
I wouldn't stand up to the cops, And stand up to the big guys, because, all of them are saps

   C#m                          G#m
All the talk them a talk and them fly make no drop

   A                     Bm
Enough ghetto youth cannot escape the trap

Refrão:
              C#m             G#m
I'll take one shot for my pain,
    A         B7
One drag for my sorrow.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow.
    C#m             G#m
One shot for my pain,
    A          B7
One drag for my sorrow.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow