Liquor Store Blues

Tom : A
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:

[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.

[Próxima Parte]
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
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:

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
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:

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
C#m G#m
Get messed up today,
A B7
I'll be ok tomorrow