Blame It On The Double

INTRO:
A
  My name's Cory Marks and this is 
Blame It On The Double.

VERSE:
Am  Am  Am
          I tried to bow my head
                             G
Put down the bottle like my grandma 
said my daddy did

  Am
I love her like a Waylon song
     G                      D
But old number seven was a bit too 
strong

 Am
Back roads the radio loud
                G
Pushin’ 85 and burnin’ one down
 Am
Twist the cap off and pass it around
 G                 D
Feeling all right now


PD-C HORUS:
 D
One thing I know to well
    G          G
Is raising hell


CHORUS:
 F                       C
Full moon on a Saturday night
                            G
Throwing down whiskey till light
                 G
I swear I ain’t looking for trouble

 Am                 G
Don’t blame me man blame it on the 
double

 F                         C
Before the drinks hit the floor
                             G
We’re busting out the front door
                     G
Black Label’s gonna bring out the 
rebel

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 Am                 G             
Don’t blame me man blame it on the
       F
 double
 F                     F     G
Yeah, blame it on the double


VERSE:
 Am
Fifteen before last call
                               G
I’m shooting back Jack she’s putting
 out a fireball

Am
Her boots on nearly six feet tall
         G                       
I wanna love her like a butterfly 
  D
just like the Dolly song

 Am
Right girl on the wrong side of town
                    G           D
Drunk ex boyfriend running his mouth

  Am
Hold my drink it’s about to go down
 G                 D
Feeling all right now


PD-C HORUS:
 D
One thing I know to well
    G          G
Is raising hell


CHORUS:
 F                       C
Full moon on a Saturday night
                            G
Throwing down whiskey till light
                 G
I swear I ain’t looking for trouble

 Am                 G
Don’t blame me man blame it on the 
double

 F                         C
Before the drinks hit the floor
                             G
We’re busting out the front door
                     G
Black Label’s gonna bring out the 
rebel

 Am                 G             
Don’t blame me man blame it on the
       Am
 double
       F                    F  C  
Yeah, blame it on the double
Am  Am



CHORUS:
 F                       C
Full moon on a Saturday night
                            G
Throwing down whiskey till light
                 G
I swear I ain’t looking for trouble

 Am                 G
Don’t blame me man blame it on the 
double

 F                         C
Before the drinks hit the floor
                             G
We’re busting out the front door
                     G
Black Label’s gonna bring out the 
rebel

 Am                 G             
Don’t blame me man blame it on the
       F
 double


OUTRO:
 F        C
Woh oh oh oh
          G
Woh oh oh oh

                 G
I swear I ain’t looking for trouble

 Am                 G             
Don’t blame me man blame it on the
       F
 double
 F                          F Am  Am
Yeah, blame it on the double