First Generation Drunk

A D G D A D G D A D G D It’s 1:37 in the mornin’ on Wednesday night A D G D I’m up late drinkin to Jones cause we just had big fight A You were fussin’ bout this and bitchin bout that G D And why I’m always lit A I said baby no offense G D I’m just sick of dealing with your shit E G As you can imagine that went over well E G D She looked right in my eyes and said “boy, you can go to hell” G D A She’s the source of all my problems G D A She’s the reason I’m this way G D A I don’t even start to solve ‘em G D E Until me and Ole Jim Beam begin to sway G D A Yeah, that woman’s got me into a funk E D A Oh, I’ve become a first generation drunk G D A D G D A My momma says if I’d come to church G D My luck might turn around A I’m just afraid as soon as I walk in g D God’s gonna strike me down E G I keep prayin’ that she’ll wind up and leave E G D Cause I’m really starting to hate the taste of whiskey G D A She’s the source of all my problems G D A She’s the reason I’m this way G D A I don’t even start to solve ‘em G D E Until me and Ole Jim Beam begin to sway G D A Yeah, that woman’s got me into a funk E D G D A Oh, I’ve become a first generation drunk G D E G D A She’s the source of all my problems G D A She’s the reason I’m this way G D A I don’t even start to solve ‘em G D E Until me and Ole Jim Beam begin to sway G D A Yeah, that woman’s got me into a funk E D A Oh, I’ve become a first generation drunk A D G D A A first generation G D A G D A Oh a first generation G D A 5x