Standard tuning, No capo 


    
        Abrir tablatura
        
    
    
   Am  C   F   G 
e|-0---0---1---3-| 
B|-1---1---1---3-| 
G|-2---0---2---0-| 
D|-2---2---3---0-| 
A|-0---3---3---2-| 
E|-x---x---1---3-| 

Intro: 
Am F C G 

        Am 
 He was brought up like a sailor, 
   F 
 A pirate of the streets, 
          C                           G 
 Stealing booty, booze, and dirty magazines 
     Am         F         C          G 
 The rainy days come, the rainy days go, 
     Am           F         C       G 
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief! 


         Am 
 She was coddled like a princess, 
     F 
 And promised as a bride, 
      C                           G 
 Lady Jekyll secret life to hide 
                Am           F              C            G 
 So through the window she'd creep when her father fell asleep, 
     Am           F         C       G 
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief! 


     Am                F              C      G 
 She bats her eyes and lies about her ring, 
    Am               F                C       G 
 He used the coin he stole to buy the drinks. 
       Am                  F             C              G 
 Never thought they'd find love drowning sorrows at the pub, 
     Am           F         C       G 
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief! 


          Am 
 He never made an honest buck, 
          F 
 She only borrowed from the truth, 
               C                                 G 
 They were the greatest match that hell had ever seen 
            Am            F               C                G 
 But if you reap what you sew, it doesn't matter where you go, 
     Am           F         C       G 
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief! 


     Am                F              C      G 
 She bats her eyes and lies about her ring, 
     Am               F              C      G 
 The coin he stole is buying all the drinks 
          Am            F          C           G 
 It's the devil's first mate and a drunken runaway, 
     Am           F         C       G 
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief! 


   G                 C 
 A round for our two lovers, 
         F               Am 
 In this bar stool fairy tale, 
        G                C             F     Am 
 Giving something for us bastards to believe 

  
           Am                F             C              G 
 You never think you'll find love drowning sorrows at the pub, 
      Am           F          C         G 
 With whiskey, And liars, and thieves! 


   Am                 F             C             G 
 A toast to those who stole another day (one more day!), 
   Am                 F            C             G 
 A round to those who lied to get away (one more drink?) 


        Am              F             C              G 
 And to those who found love drowning sorrows at the pub, 
      Am              F             C              G 
 Some day you'll find love drowning sorrows at the pub, 
       Am                  F             C              G 
 Never thought they'd find love drowning sorrows at the pub, 
     Am           F         C       G 
 The whiskey, the liar, the thief! 



Enjoy! 
-Sace