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The Whiskey The Liar The Thief

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Am  F  C  G  
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  He was brought up like a sailor,
        F  
  A pirate of the streets,
                          C                                                                      G  
  Stealing booty, booze, and dirty magazines
             Am                      F                      C                         G  
  The rainy days come, the rainy days go,
             Am                            F                      C                 G  
  The whiskey, the liar, the thief!
                        Am  
  She was coddled like a princess,
             F  
  And promised as a bride,
                C                                                                      G  
  Lady Jekyll secret life to hide
                                          Am                            F                                    C                              G  
  So through the window she'd creep when her father fell asleep,
             Am                            F                      C                 G  
  The whiskey, the liar, the thief!
             Am                                         F                                    C              G  
  She bats her eyes and lies about her ring,
          Am                                      F                                         C                 G  
  He used the coin he stole to buy the drinks.
                  Am                                              F                                 C                                    G  
  Never thought they'd find love drowning sorrows at the pub,
             Am                            F                      C                 G  
  The whiskey, the liar, the thief!
                          Am  
  He never made an honest buck,
                          F  
  She only borrowed from the truth,
                                        C                                                                                      G  
  They were the greatest match that hell had ever seen
                                Am                              F                                      C                                         G  
  But if you reap what you sew, it doesn't matter where you go,
             Am                            F                      C                 G  
  The whiskey, the liar, the thief!
             Am                                         F                                    C              G  
  She bats her eyes and lies about her ring,
             Am                                      F                                    C              G  
  The coin he stole is buying all the drinks
                          Am                              F                         C                            G  
  It's the devil's first mate and a drunken runaway,
             Am                            F                      C                 G  
  The whiskey, the liar, the thief!
        G                                            C  
  A round for our two lovers,
                        F                                      Am  
  In this bar stool fairy tale,
                     G                                         C                                 F            Am  
  Giving something for us bastards to believe
                             Am                                         F                                 C                                    G  
  You never think you'll find love drowning sorrows at the pub,
                Am                            F                         C                      G  
  With whiskey, And liars, and thieves!
        Am                                            F                                 C                                 G  
  A toast to those who stole another day (one more day!),
        Am                                            F                              C                                 G  
  A round to those who lied to get away (one more drink?)
                     Am                                    F                                 C                                    G  
  And to those who found love drowning sorrows at the pub,
                Am                                    F                                 C                                    G  
  Some day you'll find love drowning sorrows at the pub,
                  Am                                              F                                 C                                    G  
  Never thought they'd find love drowning sorrows at the pub,
             Am                            F                      C                 G  
  The whiskey, the liar, the thief!
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