Liquor Store Blues

         C#m
Standing at this liquor store,
       G#m                     
Whisky coming through my pores, 
         A                        
Feeling like I run this whole 
G#m
block.
      C#m                        
Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's 
       G#m
why you can catch me here,
      A                        G#m
Trying to scratch my way up to the 
top

          C#m             G#m     
Because my job got me going 
           A                  G#m
nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to 
lose.
          C#m             G#m  
Take me to a place where I don't 
              A                  
care, this is me and my liquor store
G#m
 blues.

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.
    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                                 
 I'll be out here til they call 
  G#m
the cops

      C#m           G#m         A
Because my job got me going 
               G#m
nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to 
lose.
     C#m             G#m       
Take me to a place where I don't 
   A                 G#m
care, this is me and my liquor store
 blues.

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.
    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                        
And thinkin that I run the whole 
G#m       C#m
block, I don't know if it's just 
because
   G#m                        A   
Pineapple kush between my jaws, 
                            G#m
Has got me feeling like I'm on top, 
Feeling like

   C#m                        G#m 
I wouldn't stand up to the cops, 
              A              
And stand up to the big guys, 
       Bm
because, all of them are saps

   C#m                          
All the talk them a talk and them 
G#m
fly make no drop

   A                     Bm
Enough ghetto youth cannot escape 
the trap

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.
    C#m            G#m
Get messed up today,
      A    B7
I'll be ok tomorrow