Forty Bucks A Headache And A Beer

E D E A G A G E G A B E G A B E D Eb can switch B with D E Bb/D E B these words may not mean nothing A Eb cause i can't write good at all E B and rhymin ain't my thing you know A B as i sit here in this honkey tonk E there's a table in the corner, A with my name carved in the wood E and that pretty bar stool cowgirl A ain't never looked so good. A Eb it's Friday night in Nashville B E F# and closing time is near E B A B E well i've got forty bucks, a headache and a beer. F# E Eb C#m B E don't make some crap request tonight A won't play it like i should E my piano, she won't treat me right A but the band is playing good E her name is Liza Jane, and A hits a bad note time to time E won't get her fixed too soon, you know A and the keys can't read my mind E I got troubles that needs fixin A and duct tape can't repair E don't know my worst affliction A the reasons aren't so clear E it's Friday night in Nashville A got fans that I admire E cause my best friend's in this bottle A and there's no one in this bar A Eb well it's Friday night in Nashville B E and closing time is near E B A E well i've got forty bucks, a headache and a beer.