Tip Jar
By Frankie Ballard
Written By Monty Criswell
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
10/18/2014


Capo 3


G                                           C
Me and the boys played every frat house and dive
              Am              D                    G     F  C  G
We rocked the Razorbacks, The Vols and the Crimson Tide
G                                    C
We were down in Destin when she walked up to the stage
          Am          D               C        C/B    C/A  G
Dropped a note in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked aw---ay
          F           C                 G 
I counted two hundred dollars and one request for the Grateful Dead
         F               C                   D
A couple bottle caps and business card and a perfume note that said


Chorus:
       C    D         G              C       D          G
I love hurricanes and longnecks, and guitars cranked up on 10
       C  D        Em                 Am   C/B    C
Waking up with the sunset and hanging here at the Hogs Breath
         C         D      G           C       D       G
Lighters raised up in the smoke ring, sunburn on some new ink
           C      D         Em           Am        C/B       C  
Or hearing Drift Away while you sing and kissing beneath the stars
        C                D           G 
Man you find all kind of things in a tip jar


I held her that summer living on borrowed time
Cause when September comes everybody says goodbye
Now, it's the last show and here comes to the stage
Dropped a snap drop in the Tip Jar, blew a kiss and walked away
I counted $500 and one request for the Grateful Dead
And a picture of her with those long tan legs and on the back it said

Chorus 2:
I love hurricanes and longnecks and guitars cranked up on 10
Waking up with you at sunset and hanging here at the Hogs Breath
Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, a sunburn on some new ink
Or hearing Drift Away while you sing Baby Take Care of My Heart
Man you find all kind of things in a tip jar


Outro:
I see lighters raised in the smoke rings, sunburn on some new ink
An playing Drift Away but I can't sing as she slips off into the dark
Man you find all kind of things in a Tip Jar
Yea you find all kind of things in a Tip Jar

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