Intro: Em  Em  Em D A   Em   Em Am 


[Verso 1]
 
    Em                                           A 
Her memory used to kill me, but I found a remedy 
       Em                                                            A 
It's a plastic cup with domestic draft and I start with two or three 
             Em                          E 
And when the floodgates of emotion, they slowly start to crack 
  Em                                     E 
I mix it tall with something strong 'til I don't want her back 



[Refrão]
 
E 
Hit me with a shot from the top shelf 
                               A 
I'm pouring out all of my pain 
E 
I'm starting to think I'm getting good at this 
    D               A 
The more I feel the better I drink 

E 
Drink, drink, line 'em up, honey 
                                       A 
I got a tab and a pocket full of money 
E 
Gonna drown my heart in a whiskey rain 
    D               A 
The more I feel the better I drink 



[Verso 2]

Em                                                 D 
Bartender, here's my license, go ahead and take my keys 
              Em                                   E 
'Cause it's a backsliding to missing her night and you know my routine, just 



[Refrão]

E 
Hit me with a shot from the top shelf 
                                A 
I'm pouring out all of my pain 
E 
I'm starting to think I'm getting good at this 
    D               A 
The more I feel the better I drink 

E 
Drink, drink, line 'em up, honey 
                  D              A 
I got a tab and a pocket full of money 
E 
Gonna drown my heart in a whiskey rain 
    D               A 
The more I feel the better I drink 


Solo: | E | E  D A | Em | Em A| 



[Ponte]

Em                     N.C. 
  I'm on that premium, no need for a chaser after 
N.C. 
The bartender's looking for a stepladder 
N.C. 
Bottles so high, I can't read the labels 
N.C. 
Do yourself a favor man, just leave it on the table 

N.C. 
On a roll, ain't stopping 'til the night is over 
N.C. 
A hundred dollar shot makes a thousand dollar hangover 
N.C. 
They say, you can't put a price on love 
N.C. 
But there's a price on bourbon so it's close enough 



[Refrão]

E 
Hit me with a shot from the top shelf 
                          A 
I'm pouring out all of my pain 
E 
I'm starting to think I'm getting good at this 
    D               A 
The more I feel the better I drink 

E 
Drink, drink, line 'em up, honey 
                  D              A 
I got a tab and a pocket full of money 
      E 
Gonna drown my heart in a whiskey rain 
    D               A 
The more I feel the better I drink 


Outro 
 E 
(The deeper I go, the further I sink 
                    D        A 
The more I feel the better I drink) 
             Em 
The better I drink 
 Em 
(The longer I stay the less I think 
                    D 
The more I feel the better I drink) 
             Em     E   E  E Am   Em 
The better I drink