Who's Gonna Take Me Home
By Chris Young
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
6/12/2010


C
Bartender’s sittin’ them shots on the bar
      C
Those last two Jagar bombs hit me hard
C
My best friend left and took the keys to my car
C   B       F       C    
Who’s gonna take me home


That dad gum Jimmy he took me out back
Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap
Now I remember why I quit all that
Who’s gonna take me home?


Chorus:
              F              C
Well, I can’t drive, I can’t walk
          B                  C
And I’m a little too high to crawl
          F       C 
I’ll hold up this wall
     G
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin’
      G 
Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute



Standin’ in the men’s room waitin’ on a stall
Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall
Hey there’s a few numbers I guess I could call
Who’s gonna take me home? 
(Where’s my cell phone?)

Chorus


Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth
With a bachelorette all drinkin’ Vermouth
Lucky for there’s just enough room

Well hello girls, next round’s on me
Toast a few drinks to the bride to be
Close the town down and then we’ll see
Who’s gonna take me home?

Yeah, who’s gonna take me home?
Yeah, who’s gonna take me home?

I can’t drive
I can’t walk
Too high
To crawl

Who’s gonna take me home?