Easton Corbin - Thatll Make You Want To Drink

      That'll Make You Wanna Drink
Written by Easton Corbin, Carson Chamberlain & Jimmy Yeary
Recorded by Easton Corbin

(Capo on 1)

Intro.:  D

(Verse)
       D                                                        G  
Smokey bar, mediocre band playin' old familiar songs, hit after hit
     D                                                                         G
Neon lights, cuttin' through the smoke a new Minnesota fats is chalkin' up his stick
E                               A
Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone
    Em                            A
Two Bubba's standin' toe to toe a-bout to get it on

(Chorus)
                       D 
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
          G 
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
               Em          F#m          G 
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
                             D
That'll make you wanna drink 
 
That'll make you wanna drink


(Verse)
        D
Country boy, out there on the dance floor with mud on his boots
                             G 
He brought straight from the farm
      D                                                                        G
Older man, gold chains around his neck and a pretty young thing hangin' on his arm
  Em                            A
I bet he's got a couple of them little blue pills
          Em                                     A
She ain't gonna, but for drinks all night she'll make him think she will

(Chorus)
                       D 
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
          G 
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
               Em          F#m          G 
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
                             D
That'll make you wanna drink 
 

Instrumental: |  D  |  D  |  G  |  G

    Em                         A 
The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad
      Em                              A  
She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never comin' back

(Chorus)
                       D 
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
          G 
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
               Em          F#m          G 
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
                             D
That'll make you wanna drink 



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That'll make you wanna drink

That'll make you wanna drink