I Sing Better When Im Drunk

Crack one with me, how 'bout it? Turn it up Mmm, yeah E A B Em E Well all my friends left me A Good thing I can buy some Bud's B Em 24 pack lookin' like a snack, sure turned into some fun E A Well I was sick of hurtin' and hangin' by myself B Em So I took all of my buddies on and stacked the empty ones on the shelf E 'Cause I sing better when I'm drunk A And I'm more me when y'all ain't here B Em And my favorite destination is the bottom of an ice cold beer E And I look good with a smile A None of that fake junk B And if we're bein' honest Em I sing better when I'm drunk Take it away boys E A B Em E Well I couldn't sing in the car A 'Cause y'all said I sounded like ass B Em So I went down to the bar and said "Bartender, fill my glass" E Well it's my night to shine I guess A The karaoke man is here B Well play some Alan Jackson Em 'Cause I'm fixin' to bless y'all's ears E 'Cause I sing better when I'm drunk A And I'm more me when y'all ain't here B Em And my favorite destination is the bottom of an ice cold beer E And I look good with a smile A None of that fake junk B And if we're bein' honest Em I sing better when I'm drunk E A B Em Okay, well there wasn't really a good drinkin' song I thought was worth a damn so my two friends Jack Daniels and Jim Beam helped me write this song. Hope y'all enjoying. Sip one with me E 'Cause I sing better when I'm drunk A And I'm more me when y'all ain't here B Em And my favorite destination is the bottom of an ice cold beer E And I look good with a smile A None of that fake junk B And if we're bein' honest Em I sing better when I'm drunk E A B Em Good times