A         D           E             A
My hands are shaking. My Heart beating fast.
    A                   D                    E             A
I'm sweating through my cheap suit. How much longer can it last.
       G        F                 C           G
I'm an alcholic lawyer facing the trial of my life.
      G                F            C                   G
And I need to sober up quickly if I want to make things right.

[Chorus]
C       F           G
Put the bottle down, son!
            C                      G
There's and innocent man who needs you.
C       F           G
Put the bottle down, son!
        C               D
There's nothing left to fear.

[Bridge]
       C                                       D
Wait, what day is it? Shit, the trial was last week, and he got the chair?

[Outtro]
           F                  G            C
Well let's have a few whiskey sours in his memory!