Cifras
That'll Make You Wanna Drink

Tono: E

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     D                                                                                                                                                    G  
Smokey bar, mediocre band playin' old familiar songs, hit after hit
D  
Neon lights, cuttin' through the smoke a new Minnesota fats is
                                          G  
chalkin' up his stick
E                                                                                 A  
Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone
          Em                                                                            A  
Two Bubba's standin' toe to toe a- bout to get it on
                                                             D  
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
                          G  
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
                                        Em                         F#m                         G  
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
                                                                             D  
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink
                     D  
Country boy, out there on the dance floor with mud on his boots
                                                                             G  
He brought straight from the farm
                D                                                                                                                                                                                              G  
Older man, gold chains around his neck and a pretty young thing hangin' on his arm
     Em                                                                         A  
I bet he's got a couple of them little blue pills
                          Em                                                                                                 A  
She ain't gonna, but for drinks all night she'll make him think she will
                                                             D  
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
                          G  
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
                                        Em                         F#m                         G  
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
          Em                                                                 A  
The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad
                Em                                                                              A  
She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never comin' back
                                                             D  
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
                          G  
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
                                        Em                         F#m                         G  
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
                                                                             D  
That'll make you wanna drink
D  
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink