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Shaboozey-A Bar Song - BPM - 97

[LOOP]
[Intro Capo 2nd fret]
Em  G  C/G  G D/F#
Em  G  C/G  G D/F#
 
[Verse 1]
   Em          G                  C/G                  G   D/F#
My baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all night long
Em           G           C/G              G D/F#
Gasoline and groceries,  list goes on and on
     Em           G                C/G               G    D/F#
This 9 to 5 ain't workin', why the hell do I work so hard?
        Em             G                 C/G               G   D/F#
I can't worry 'bout my problems, I can't take 'em when I'm gone
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Em                  G                         C/G
One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four
                 G              D/F#           Em
Tell 'em "Bring another round", we need plenty more
                    G                             C/G
Two steppin' on the table, she don't need a dance floor
      G
Oh my, good Lord
 
[Chorus]
Em                   G
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
C/G                   G             D/F#
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history
Em                  G
Therе's a party downtown, near 5th Street
C/G              G           D/F#  Em  G
Everybody at the bar gеttin' tipsy *
C/G              G           D/F#  Em  G
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
C/G              G           D/F#
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
 
*Violin part - E --14-16-14-12   B--14-12-10
 
[Verse 2]
Em                    G                            C/G
I been Boozey since I left, I ain't changin' for a check
                       G
Tell my ma, I ain't forget (Oh, Lord, uh)
Em                    G                         C/G
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m., we gon' do this shit again
                          G       D/F#
Tell your girl to bring a friend (Oh, Lord)
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Em                  G                         C/G
One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four
                 G              D/F#           Em
Tell 'em "Bring another round", we need plenty more
                    G                             C/G
Two steppin' on the table, she don't need a dance floor
      G
Oh my, good Lord
 
[Chorus]
Em                   G
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey (A double shot of whiskey)
C/G                   G             D/F#
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (We go way back)
Em                  G
Therе's a party downtown, near 5th Street
C/G              G           D/F#  Em  G
Everybody at the bar gеttin' tipsy (Woo)
C/G              G           D/F#  Em  G
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (At the bar gettin' tipsy)
C/G              G           D/F#
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
 
[Bridge]
Em                  G                         C/G
One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four
               G             D/F#            Em
When it's last call and they kick us out the door
                     G                             C/G
It's gettin' kind of late but the ladies want some more
N.C.
Oh my, good Lord (Tell 'em drink some more)
 
[Chorus]
N.C.
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey (A double shot of whiskey)
N.C.
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (Way back)
N.C.
There's a party downtown, near 5th Street (Come on)
N.C.
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (Woo)
Em                   G
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey (A double shot of whiskey)
C/G                   G             D/F#
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (History)
Em                 G
At the bottom of a bottle gon' miss me (Bet you gon' miss me)
C/G              G           D/F#                            Em G
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (At the bar gettin' tipsy)
C/G              G           D/F#  Em  G
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
C/G              G           N.C.
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
 
[Outro]
N.C.
That's fuckin' messed up, bro, they kicked me out the bar

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Kenny Rogers-The Gambler - BPM - 97

[Verse - No drums]
     G                          C               G
On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
  G                              G                 D
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to speak
   G                               C             G
So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness
     C           G       D7                G
'Til boredom overtook us   and he began to speak.
         G                             C                G
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
G                                                        D
Knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes,
       G                               C                 G
And if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces,
          C             G              D               G
And for a taste of your whiskey   I'll give you some advice."

(bass drum on 2 and 4 to begin with - no snare)
     G                           C                  G
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow;
G                                G              D
  Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light,
        G                                C               G
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression,
                  C                 G                   D                G
' said "If you're gon   na play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
 
[Chorus - Half time shuffle]
           G                      C                G
You got to know when to hold 'em,     Know when to fold 'em,
C                G                          D
    Know when to walk away And know when to run.
          G     D    G                  C              G
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            C               G          D                   G
There'll be time enough for countin'     When the dealin's done.
 
[Verse]
A                            D            A
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
A                                                  E
Is knownin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep
       A     E        A           D              A
'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser,
        D                 A              E           A
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." 

[Verse]
    A                             D                      A
And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the window,
A                                            E
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep, (drums stop)
    A         E      A             D                 A
And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even,
    D            A                E                A
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.  
 
[Chorus - Drums back in]
           A                      D               A
You got to know when to hold 'em,    Know when to fold 'em,
D              A             A            E
  Know when to walk away And know when to run.
          A     E    A                  D              A
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            A     D         A           E                      A
There'll be time enough for countin'        When the dealin's done.
 
[Chorus]
           A                      D               A
You got to know when to hold 'em,    Know when to fold 'em,
D              A             A            E
  Know when to walk away And know when to run.
          A     E    A                  D              A
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            A     D         A           E                      A
There'll be time enough for countin'        When the dealin's done.

[Chorus - A Cappella]
             A                      D            A
You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em,
 D            A                          E
Know when to walk away And know when to run.
            A     E    A                  D              A
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            A     D         A           E                      A
There'll be time enough for countin'        When the dealin's done.

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