Beer-I-Cide

               E                                     B
Well there's a long neck on my left and there's some long legs on my right
                                          E
And I'm too far gone to know which way to fall
     E                                       B
If I cant put some words together, and get a couple cross my lips
                                            E
Well that blonde is gonna leave before last call


[Chorus]
              A                             E
And there's a tiny little waylon that keeps singin in my ear
        B                                E
Telling me there aint no point in lookin back
           A                           E                A
I put that bottle to my lips, count to ten and close my eyes
         E                 B                     A      E
One more friday night, I'm sittin here comittin, Beer-I-Cide


[Verse 2]
             E                         B
Well theres a bider in the corner, who thinks I stole his girl
                                  E
And man I swear he's itchin for a fight
        E                                      B
If this bar would just stop spinninm Like Some gin Soaked Tilt A Whirl
                                       E
I'd show him who's the big dog here tonight


[Chorus]
              A                         E
And there's a tiny little johnny tellin me to walk the line
     B                                E
Tiny Waylon's yellin "Hit him from behind"
           A                          E              A
I put that bottle to my lips before I follow him outside
        E                 B                     A      E
And its got the whole bar bettin, I'm committin beer-i-cide


[Verse 3]
           E                                     B
Well now I guess I should be leavin cause they're turnin off the lights
                                       E
and my eyes gond down enough, so I can see
        E                              B
I might stumble home a broken man, but there's a ray of hope
                                        E
that six pack waitin' in the fridge for me


[Chorus]
          A                           E
Now hank sr's on my shoulder, singin "Bless your cheatin heart"
          B                                E
meanwhile johnny's tellin waylon "Told you so"
            A                              E                  A
I take that bottle from my lips, to kiss my next ex-wife goodbye
           E                 B                   A      E
I've used all the rope she's givin, I'm comittin beer-i-cide

       A                           E             A
And i really will be sorry least until tomorrow night
          E                 B                      A      E
when once more i'll be here sittin, still comittin beer-i-cide