Tom: B
Introdução: A
A D
This workin' like a dog has got me dog tired
A E D A
Pushing twelve-hour days, pullin' all damn nighters
D
But come five o'clock I'm the hell out of here
E D A
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A D
Thank God for the end of the week, hallelujah
E D A
For some hell-bent people wanna burn right through
D
Couple kegs in the back, let's tap 'em into gear
E D
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A
Line 'em up, up
D
Throw 'em down, down
E D A
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
F#m E D
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
E D A
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A D
Guess Megan's single again, 'cause her and her friends
E D A
They swinging like a wrecking ball when they came in
D
Drinkin' so loud the whole bar could hear
E D A
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A
Line 'em up, up
D
Throw 'em down, down
E D A
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
F#m E D
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
E D A
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A D
I got 'em in the crosshairs like an old Red Ryder
E D
When it comes to a pop top, it's 'Ready! Aim! Fire!'
A D
Crack a can, that's some damn music to my ears
E D
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A
Line 'em up, up
D
Throw 'em down, down
E D A
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
F#m E D
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
E D
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
A
Line 'em up, up
D
Throw 'em down, down
E D A
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
F#m E D
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
E D
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer