Liquor Store Blues
by Bruno MarsTranspose
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Capo 4th fret
Verse 1
Standing at this liquor store,
Whisky coming through my pores,
feeling like I run this whole
block.
Lotto tickets, cheap beer,
that's why you can catch me here,
Tryna scratch my way up to the
top.
Hook
Because my
job got me going
nowhere, so I
ain't got a thing to
lose.
Take me
to a place where I
don't care, this is
me and my liquor store
blues.
Chorus
I'll take
one shot for my
pain,
One drag for my
sorrow.
Get messed up to
day,
I'll
be ok to
morrow.
One shot for my
pain,
One drag for my
sorrow.
Get messed up to
day,
I'll
be ok to
morrow.
Verse 2
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Tryna leave with more than what I
got
'Cause '
68 cents just
ain't gonna pay the rent
So
I'll be out here 'til they call the
cops
Hook
Because my
job got me going
nowhere, so I
ain't got a thing to
lose.
Take me
to a place where I
don't care, this is
me and my liquor store
blues.
Chorus
I'll take
one shot for my
pain,
One drag for my
sorrow.
Get messed up
today,
I'll
be ok to
morrow.
One shot for my
pain,
One drag for my
sorrow.
Get messed up to
day,
I'll
be ok to
morrow.
(Bridge)
Instrumental
Chorus
Give me this
one shot for my
pain,
One drag for my
sorrow.
Get messed up
today,
I'll
be ok to
morrow.
One shot for my
pain,
One drag for my
sorrow.
Get messed up to
day,
I'll
be ok to
morrow.
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