When I'm Drunk
 	    written 2005

CAPO III

INTRO: C  G  F  C  G


CHORUS:
          C                                G
When I'm sober I'm hung-over tryin' not to pass out on the floor
          F                                 C               G
From the weight of a thousand memories that I don't want no more
C                                    G
Hearts I've broken along the way and tears I should've cried
F                                         C               G
Pride I should've swallowed down when I chose instead to lie
       Am                           G                C
So I button down the hatches and I wish myself some luck
           F                C    D            G
'Cause it only gets better now      when I'm drunk

         Em                           C
When I'm drunk I like to pretend that I can fly a plane
           F                                    G
One of the big ones with the rows of passenger seats
     Em                                   C
And every seat is filled with someone who looks a lot like you
    F                                G
And then don't you think it would be neat
    Em                                       C
To take the plane into a nose-dive 'bout an inch above the ground
F                                  G
Pull back up with only a breath to spare
        Em                 C
I'd be laughing my ass off up behind the wheel
       F                                   G        D
While you would have your peanuts in your hair......oh but


CHORUS


When I'm drunk I am an agent with Hoover's FBI
I got a forty-four magnum on my hip
I bust down your door and raid your new beau's double-wide
And that son of a b***h don't dare give me no lip
I slap the handcuffs on you and I read to you your rights
And my eyes are as emotionless as coal
Your boy-toy makes a move and so I bust him in the head
Then you're in the slammer doin' life without parole......oh


CHORUS


BRIDGE:
Am                            C                       
Since you broke my heart and ran off with your pimp
    F                                        G
The guy whose love is as fake as his orange tan
Am                            C             E7  (let ring)
All I ever care about now is getting my revenge
      F                    C          G          D
And I guess I'll do it the only way I can.......oh


CHORUS