Em A Em
why i'm feelin blue is just the lack of some whiskey
A G Em G Em
to drink and drive you out of my mind
Em A Em
Cryin over you would be a waste of good whiskey
A G Em G Em
and there's so little to spare at this time
Em A Em
lying like you do is just more proof of my stupidity
A G Em G Em
no wonder that i hang my head and cry
Em A Em
dyin over you would be a lost opportunity
A G Em G Em
to see my way through all these troubling times
