Whitey Morgan & 78's - Turn Up the Bottle Chords
Tempo:
139.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Bb]
[G] How about a drinking song?
[Am]
[E] [G]
[Em] [C] You guys are drunk as fuck.
[G] [C]
[G] I heard they had to run some [Em] of you out of here [B] earlier.
[Abm] A few whitey fans that [G] showed up drunk at 7 o'clock.
Song's called [Em] Turn Up the Bottle.
Here we go.
[Eb]
[E]
[Cm] [C] [D]
[G]
Well tonight this old bar room is such a lonely place [C] to be.
There's just some old joes [G] on the jukebox, the bartender and [D]
me.
[G] And that old dirty heart would dance for a while.
She stole and broke my [C] heart.
Hit my motor ground in [G] my misery.
Lord [D] I got a good [G] place to start.
Come on.
Turn up the bottle.
Turn [Am] [Bm] up the [C]
joes.
I got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more.
[G] Well the good times are over.
Well I've been left here all [C] alone.
So turn [G] up the bottle.
[D] Fuckin' do turn [G] up the joes.
[C] [D]
[G] [Am] [G]
Well I can't believe she done me like [C] she did.
Yeah she took my cat out of that car, my fuckin' [G] old guitar.
And split down with the [D] kid.
[G] Oh but tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
Lord knows that the [C] race is on.
If this drink can't [G] kill me, I guess [D]
I'll just go [G] on home.
Turn up the bottle, bartender.
[Am] Turn [Bm] up [C] the joes.
I got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more.
Yes sir.
[G] Well the good times are over.
I've been left here all [C]
alone.
So turn [G] up the bottle, [D] bartender.
Turn up [G] the joes.
Bring it [Abm] up.
[A] Turn up the bottle, bartender.
[B] Turn [A] [D] up the joes.
[D] I got a memory [A] that's killing me.
I can't take it [E] no more.
[A] Well the good times are over.
I've been left here [D] all alone.
So turn [A] up the bottle, [E] bartender.
Turn [A] up the joes.
Oh Lord give me a little something.
Well tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
I just might take the [D] drink too.
And if this drink [A] can't kill me, well [E] it just might [D] kill her.
[Db] [Bm] [A]
[D]
[N]
[G] How about a drinking song?
[Am]
[E] [G]
[Em] [C] You guys are drunk as fuck.
[G] [C]
[G] I heard they had to run some [Em] of you out of here [B] earlier.
[Abm] A few whitey fans that [G] showed up drunk at 7 o'clock.
Song's called [Em] Turn Up the Bottle.
Here we go.
[Eb]
[E]
[Cm] [C] [D]
[G]
Well tonight this old bar room is such a lonely place [C] to be.
There's just some old joes [G] on the jukebox, the bartender and [D]
me.
[G] And that old dirty heart would dance for a while.
She stole and broke my [C] heart.
Hit my motor ground in [G] my misery.
Lord [D] I got a good [G] place to start.
Come on.
Turn up the bottle.
Turn [Am] [Bm] up the [C]
joes.
I got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more.
[G] Well the good times are over.
Well I've been left here all [C] alone.
So turn [G] up the bottle.
[D] Fuckin' do turn [G] up the joes.
[C] [D]
[G] [Am] [G]
Well I can't believe she done me like [C] she did.
Yeah she took my cat out of that car, my fuckin' [G] old guitar.
And split down with the [D] kid.
[G] Oh but tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
Lord knows that the [C] race is on.
If this drink can't [G] kill me, I guess [D]
I'll just go [G] on home.
Turn up the bottle, bartender.
[Am] Turn [Bm] up [C] the joes.
I got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more.
Yes sir.
[G] Well the good times are over.
I've been left here all [C]
alone.
So turn [G] up the bottle, [D] bartender.
Turn up [G] the joes.
Bring it [Abm] up.
[A] Turn up the bottle, bartender.
[B] Turn [A] [D] up the joes.
[D] I got a memory [A] that's killing me.
I can't take it [E] no more.
[A] Well the good times are over.
I've been left here [D] all alone.
So turn [A] up the bottle, [E] bartender.
Turn [A] up the joes.
Oh Lord give me a little something.
Well tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
I just might take the [D] drink too.
And if this drink [A] can't kill me, well [E] it just might [D] kill her.
[Db] [Bm] [A]
[D]
[N]
Key:
G
D
C
A
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C
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [G] _ How about a drinking song?
[Am] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ You guys are drunk as fuck.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] I heard they had to run some [Em] of you out of here [B] earlier.
_ _ [Abm] A few whitey fans that [G] showed up drunk at 7 o'clock.
_ _ Song's called [Em] Turn Up the Bottle.
Here we go.
_ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well tonight this old bar room is such a lonely place [C] to be.
There's just some old joes [G] on the jukebox, the bartender and [D]
me.
_ _ _ _ [G] And that old dirty heart would dance for a while.
She stole and broke my [C] heart.
Hit my motor ground in [G] my misery.
Lord [D] I got a good [G] place to start.
Come on.
_ _ Turn up the bottle.
Turn _ _ [Am] [Bm] up the [C] _
joes.
_ _ _ I got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more. _ _
_ _ [G] Well the good times are over.
Well I've been left here all [C] alone.
_ _ _ _ So turn _ [G] up the bottle. _
[D] Fuckin' do turn [G] up the joes. _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _
Well I can't believe she done me like [C] she did. _ _ _
_ Yeah she took my cat out of that car, my fuckin' [G] old guitar.
And split down with the [D] kid. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Oh but tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
Lord knows that the [C] race is on. _
_ _ _ If this drink can't [G] kill me, I guess [D]
I'll just go [G] on home. _ _ _
Turn up the bottle, _ bartender.
[Am] Turn [Bm] up [C] the joes. _ _
I _ got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more.
Yes sir. _
_ [G] Well the good _ times are over.
I've been left here all [C] _
alone.
_ _ _ _ So turn _ [G] up the bottle, _ [D] bartender.
Turn up [G] the joes.
Bring it [Abm] up.
[A] _ _ Turn up _ _ _ _ the bottle, bartender.
[B] Turn [A] [D] up the joes. _
_ _ _ [D] _ I got a memory _ [A] that's killing me.
I can't take it [E] no more. _ _ _
_ _ [A] Well the good times are over.
I've been left here [D] all alone. _ _ _ _ _
So turn [A] up the bottle, _ [E] bartender.
Turn [A] up the joes.
Oh Lord give me a little something.
Well tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
I just might take the [D] drink too. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And if this _ drink [A] can't kill _ _ _ _ _ me, well [E] it just might [D] kill her. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [G] _ How about a drinking song?
[Am] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ You guys are drunk as fuck.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] I heard they had to run some [Em] of you out of here [B] earlier.
_ _ [Abm] A few whitey fans that [G] showed up drunk at 7 o'clock.
_ _ Song's called [Em] Turn Up the Bottle.
Here we go.
_ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well tonight this old bar room is such a lonely place [C] to be.
There's just some old joes [G] on the jukebox, the bartender and [D]
me.
_ _ _ _ [G] And that old dirty heart would dance for a while.
She stole and broke my [C] heart.
Hit my motor ground in [G] my misery.
Lord [D] I got a good [G] place to start.
Come on.
_ _ Turn up the bottle.
Turn _ _ [Am] [Bm] up the [C] _
joes.
_ _ _ I got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more. _ _
_ _ [G] Well the good times are over.
Well I've been left here all [C] alone.
_ _ _ _ So turn _ [G] up the bottle. _
[D] Fuckin' do turn [G] up the joes. _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _
Well I can't believe she done me like [C] she did. _ _ _
_ Yeah she took my cat out of that car, my fuckin' [G] old guitar.
And split down with the [D] kid. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Oh but tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
Lord knows that the [C] race is on. _
_ _ _ If this drink can't [G] kill me, I guess [D]
I'll just go [G] on home. _ _ _
Turn up the bottle, _ bartender.
[Am] Turn [Bm] up [C] the joes. _ _
I _ got a memory [G] that's killing me.
I can't take it [D] no more.
Yes sir. _
_ [G] Well the good _ times are over.
I've been left here all [C] _
alone.
_ _ _ _ So turn _ [G] up the bottle, _ [D] bartender.
Turn up [G] the joes.
Bring it [Abm] up.
[A] _ _ Turn up _ _ _ _ the bottle, bartender.
[B] Turn [A] [D] up the joes. _
_ _ _ [D] _ I got a memory _ [A] that's killing me.
I can't take it [E] no more. _ _ _
_ _ [A] Well the good times are over.
I've been left here [D] all alone. _ _ _ _ _
So turn [A] up the bottle, _ [E] bartender.
Turn [A] up the joes.
Oh Lord give me a little something.
Well tonight me and George gonna sit right here.
I just might take the [D] drink too. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And if this _ drink [A] can't kill _ _ _ _ _ me, well [E] it just might [D] kill her. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _