Intro: Dbm Abm A Abm

Verse:
Dbm
Standing at this liquor store,
Abm                             A                             B
Whisky coming through my pores, Feeling like I run this whole block.
Dbm                          Abm
Lotto tickets and cheap beer That's why you can catch me here,
A                              B
Tryna scratch my way up to the top.

Pre-chorus:
           Dbm              Abm           A                    B
Because my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose.
        Dbm                Abm                 A                      B
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.

Chorus:
          Dbm             Abm   A               B
I'll take one shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
    Dbm         Abm          A    B
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.
    Dbm         Abm   A               B
One shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
    Dbm         Abm       A       B
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.

Verse:
Dbm                       Abm                         
Me and my guitar tonight, singing to the city lights,
A                              B
tryna live on more than what I got.
       Dbm       Abm                       
Cause '68 Citrus ain't gonna pay the rent,
   A                                  B
so I'll be out here til they call the cops.

Pre-chorus:
           Dbm              Abm           A                    B
Because my job got me going nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose.
        Dbm                Abm                 A                      B
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.

Chorus:
          Dbm             Abm   A               B
I'll take one shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
    Dbm         Abm          A    B
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.
    Dbm         Abm   A               B
One shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
    Dbm         Abm       A       B
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.

( Damian Marley )
Dbm
Here comes junior gong
    Abm
I'm flying like I'm Superman
    A                             B
I'm thinking that I run the whole block.

  Dbm
I don't know if it's just because
Abm
Pineapple kush between my jaws
    A                          B
Has got me feeling that I'm on top

               Dbm                        Abm                
Feeling like I would have stand up to the cops
          A
And stand up to the big guys,
           B
because de whole lot a dem saps

       Dbm                     Abm
All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no drop
A                   B
Nuff ghetto youth cannot escape the trap

Solo ( bass + drums )
    Dbm Abm A Abm
    Dbm Abm A B
    Dbm Abm A Abm - without bass
    Dbm Abm A ( B )

Chorus:
        Dbm             Abm   A               B
Give me one shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
    Dbm         Abm          A    B
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.
    Dbm         Abm   A               B
One shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
    Dbm         Abm       A       B
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.

Outro ( no bass )
    Dbm Abm A ( Abm )
    Dbm Abm A B
    Dbm Abm A Abm + bass
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