Just Ran Out Of Whiskey

[Em]

[Em]I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart
You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart
I got a p[D]ocket full of nothing, head full of lukewarm b[Em]eer
I just w[Em]anted to make mys[Bm]elf feel good
F[D]eel like I've been [A]understood
I was wr[G]ong, I've been wr[A]ong three t[D/F#]imes this y[Em]ear

[Em]I pushed off from shore in this leaky boat
With my only friend, a bottle of whiskey in my coat
I was g[D]oing to drown my sorrows, discuss my attit[Em]ude
I lay d[Em]own on my back, I st[Bm]arted to curse
Ins[D]ulted every planet in the [A]universe
Hey J[G]upiter, if you're l[A]istening, I didn't m[Em]ean to be that rude

   H[D]ey la, la, la, hey la, la, la, hey la, la, la,
   How hard can it b[Em]e?
   H[D]ey la, la, la, hey la, la, la, hey la, la, la,
   How hard can it b[Em]e?
   Let me tell you now,
   I j[G]ust ran out of whiskey and I'm str[A]anded [D/F#]out at s[Em]ea

[Em]Now as the light begins to fade the sun disappears
I see a siren singing in a sea of tears
I kn[D]ow it's you, I can tell by your h[Em]air
And my p[Em]ulse begins to quicken as I r[Bm]ow through the tide
I w[D]ant to lay my head down [A]at your side
Then you sl[G]ip into the sea, you're g[A]one, t[D/F#]hat ain't f[Em]air

[Em]The sea was as black as a pirate's soul
A black velvet bag, a big dark hole
Just refl[D]ections of the mocking moon ab[Em]ove
Then a sh[Em]ooting star shot acr[Bm]oss the skies
It was th[D]en I began to r[A]ealize
I would g[G]ive it all away if [A]I could have your l[Em]ove

(Chorus)

[Em]Now I pulled myself together, had a little chat
With my empty bottle and this little cat
He'd been h[D]iding, he'd been there for a wh[Em]ile
Well I t[Em]old him how I missed you, how you m[Bm]ade me feel
And [D]even though that c[A]at wasn't real
It ch[G]eered me up and it m[A]ade[D/F#] me sm[Em]ile

[Em]I stood up in that boat and I laughed till I cried
I danced a little two-step with my pride
Then I th[D]ought about jumping in again, I was so al[Em]one
Well you kn[Em]ow I couldn't do it cause I'm st[Bm]anding here
It m[D]ay have been the liquor, it m[A]ay have been the fear
Bes[G]ides how would that c[A]at have got back h[Em]ome?

(Chorus x 2)