Fillin My Cup

A                       D
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the
 bottle
A                     E
It ain’t the headache I’ll have 
tomorrow
       A                      D
It’s a high-low life when you shake 
it on up
A       E  A
Fillin’ my cup

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A  E  A

[Verse]
     A
It’s all my people sittin’ ’round a 
table
E                       D   A
Real sad country on the radio
   A
My go-to blues and my old faithful
E                                
Barely pushin’ twenty, but still 
D           A
carryin’ me home

[Pre-Chorus]
              A
It’s one part happy and one part 
chaos
            E                   
Whole lotta borrowed, little bit 
 A
paid off
           F#m                   
You can’t appreciate the sugar if 
     E             D
you never had the salt
         D                   E    
Ain’t it nice and sweet even when 
            A
it’s on the rocks, Yeah

[Chorus]
A                       D
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the
 bottle
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A                     E
It ain’t the headache I’ll have 
tomorrow
       A                      D
It’s a high-low life when you shake 
it on up
A       E  A
Fillin’ my cup

[Verse]
     A
It’s all those so close you can 
taste it
E                     D       A
Hard pill to swallow, goodbye loves
    A
Sometimes, half empty is good for 
makin’
E                             D  
Room for the know it when you see
         A
 it good stuff

[Pre-Chorus]
              A
It’s one part happy and one part 
pain
                 E               
Knowin’ what you can and what you 
       A
can’t change
    F#m                        
And learnin’ that the secret is 
 E                D
wantin’ what you got
         D                   E    
Makes it nice and sweet even when 
            A
it’s on the rocks, yeah

[Chorus]
A                       D
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the
 bottle
A                     E
It ain’t the headache I’ll have 
tomorrow
       A                      D
It’s a high-low life when you shake 
it on up
A       E  A
Fillin’ my cup

[Intrumental]

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A  E  A

[Chorus]
N.C.
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the
 bottle
N.C.
It ain’t the headache I’ll have 
tomorrow
N.C.
It’s a high-low life when you shake 
it on up
F#m     E  D
Fillin’ my cup
      A                     D
Yeah, it ain’t the whiskey, it ain’t
 the wine
          A                   E
Though it sure goes good from time 
to time
          A                    
With this high-low life, go and 
 D           F#m
shake it on up
                 D           
Yeah, that’s the stuff that’s 
 E              A
fillin’ my cup

[Otro]
A    D             A
       Shake it on up
E          A    D    A  E  A
Fill it up, woo