Drinkin Again

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

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And I know it might sound sad
But to tell the truth it ain't half 
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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 
     Bm               A
just what I'm gettin' in
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Sure, it's a sin but I don't really
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 give a damn
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I'm drinkin' again


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I've got no friends to call
F#m                           
They've all straightened up and 
          G
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
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F#m                            
But I chose the road I strumbled 
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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          
So don't give me any shit, I know 
     Bm              A
just what I'm gettin in
             G                     
Sure, it's a sin but I don't really
 D
 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
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I pop a top, I take a shot, I drop a
 pill
         D
Turn the radio up, sit back and 
chill
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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
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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
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Still he's got it made, drives an 
Escalade
         D
And gets two hundred times what I 
get paid
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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
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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
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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          
So don't give me any shit, I know 
     Bm              A
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
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I'm drinkin' again

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

I'm drinkin' again
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I'm drinkin'