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