JANA KRAMER – Whiskey

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INTROF C Am G x2


F                 C                  Am  G
Everybody down in Houston calls him “Texas”.
F                C                Am     G
Everybody way up North calls him “Cornbread”.
F                                  C
You shoulda heard the way that his momma called him “baby”,
Am                     G                      F
Daddy called him “boy”, his friends call him “crazy”.


F       C                     Am  G
Shoulda just called it like I saw it.
F            C                   Am                 G
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day.
F                C                                           Am               G                 F               G
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat, and the “left-me-wanting-more” feeling when he kissed me.
                      F    C        Am G
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.


F C Am G


(SAME CHORDS)
Warm my body to the core just like a blanket.
His face was so sweet then he took my breath away.
Hit me so hard like a rock through a window.
I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy.


F       C                     Am  G
Shoulda just called it like I saw it.
F            C                   Am                 G
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day.
F                C                                           Am               G                 F               G
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat, and the “left-me-wanting-more” feeling when he kissed me.
                           F
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
                       Am
Now the numb has set in.
                       F
He’s gone like the wind.
                          G
And I can barely feel the pain.


F       C                     Am  G
Shoulda just called it like I saw it.
F            C                   Am                 G
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day
F                C                                           Am               G                 F           C  Am  G
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat, and the “left-me-wanting-more” feeling when he kissed me.
F                C                                           Am               G                 F               G
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat, and the “left-me-wanting-more” feeling when he kissed me.


                                F  C Am G
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
                                F  C Am G
Shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
                                F  C Am G
I shoulda just called him “Whiskey”.
F  C Am G

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