Capo: 2nd fret


A                       D
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
A                     E
It ain’t the headache I’ll have tomorrow
       A                      D
It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
A       E  A
Fillin’ my cup
 A    D    A    E    A    D    A  E  A 

     A
It’s all my people sittin’ ’round a table
E                       D   A
Real sad country on the radio
   A
My go-to blues and my old faithful
E                                D           A
Barely pushin’ 20, but still carryin’ me home 

              A
It’s one part happy and one part chaos
            E                    A
Whole lotta borrowed, little bit paid off
           F#m                        E             D
You can’t appreciate the sugar if you never had the salt
         D                   E                A
Ain’t it nice and sweet even when it’s on the rocks, Yeah
A                       D
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
A                     E
It ain’t the headache I’ll have tomorrow
       A                      D
It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
A       E  A
Fillin’ my cup 
     A
It’s all those so close you can taste it
E                     D       A
Hard pill to swallow, goodbye loves
    A
Sometimes, half empty is good for makin’
E                             D           A
Room for the know it when you see it good stuff
              A
It’s one part happy and one part pain
                 E                      A
Knowing what you can and what you can’t change
    F#m                         E                D
And learning that the secret is wantin’ what you got
         D                   E                A
Makes it nice and sweet even when it’s on the rocks, yeah
A                       D
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
A                     E
It ain’t the headache comin' tomorrow
       A                      D
It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
A       E  A
Fillin’ my cup 
 A    D    A    E    A    D    A  E  A

NC
It ain’t the bartender, it ain’t the bottle
NC
It ain’t the headache I’ll have tomorrow
NC
It’s a high-low life when you shake it on up
F#m     E  D
Fillin’ my cup
      A                     D
Yeah, it ain’t the whiskey, it ain’t the wine
          A                   E
Though it sure goes good from time to time
          A                     D           F#m
With this high-low life, go and shake it on up
                 D            E              A
Yeah, that’s the stuff that’s fillin’ my cup

A    D             A E          A    D    A  E  A