Whiskey For My Men Beer For My Horses Chords & Lyrics - Toby Keith
|
Instr.
50
Trans.
0
Scroll
60
Metro.
Font
16
|
❮ |
CAPO 3rd Fret
Transcribed by joetormala
[VERSE 1]
[G]Well a man come on [C]the 6 oâcl[G]ock news,
[G]Said somebodyâs b[D]een shot, somebodyâ[G]s been abused,
[G]Somebody blew up a building,
[C]Somebody stole a [G]car,
[G]Somebody got away.
[D]Somebody didnât get [G]too farâ¦yeah
[C]They didnâ[D]t get [G]too far.
[VERSE 2]
[G]Grandpappy told my pappy[C] , back in my day[G] , son;
[G]A man had to answer f[D]or the wicked that he[G] done.
[G]Take all the rope in Texas,
[C]Find a tall oak tree, r[G]ound up all them bad boys,
[D]Hang them high in the st[G]reet.
[C]For all th[D]e world to [G]see.
[CHORUS]
[D]Justice is the one thin[C]g you should always f[G]ind.
[C]You got to saddle up your [G]boys.
[D]You got to draw a hard [G]line.
[D]When the gun smoke settles[C] , weâll sing a vic[G]tory tune.
[C]Weâll al[G]l meet ba[D]ck at the loca[G]l saloon.
[G]Weâll raise up our [C]glasses against evi[G]l forces.
[G]Singing whiskey for m[F]y men, be[C]er for my hor[G]ses.
[VERSE 3]
[G]We got too many gangst[C]ers doing dirty d[G]eeds.
[D]We got too much corruption, to[G]o much crime in the streets.
[G]Itâs time the long ar[C]m of the law put a few more i[G]n the ground.
[G]Send emâ all to their m[D]aker and heâll se[G]ttle emâ down.
[D]You can bet, he?[G] ?ll set emâ down- Cause,
[CHORUS]
[D]Justice is the one thing [C]you should always [G]find.
[C]You got to saddle up your [G]boys.
[D]You got to draw a hard l[G]ine.
[D]When the gun smoke settles[C] , weâll sing a vict[G]ory tune.
[C]Weâll all[G] meet ba[D]ck at the loca[G]l saloon.
[G]Weâll raise up our [C]glasses against evi[G]l forces.
[G]Singing whiskey for my [F]men, b[C]eer for my hor[G]ses.
[F]Whiskey for my men, [C]beer for my hors[G]es.
[OUTRO]
[D]Justice is the one thing[C] you should always f[G]ind.
[C]You got to saddle up your [G]boys.
[D]You got to draw a hard l[G]ine.
[D]When the gun smoke settles,[C] weâll sing a vict[G]ory tune.
[C]Weâll all m[G]eet b[D]ack at the loc[G]al saloon.
[G]Weâll raise up our [C]glasses against evil[G] forces.
[G]Singing whiskey for my [F]men, b[C]eer for my hor[G]ses.
[F]Whiskey for my men, [C]beer for my hors[G]es.
Transcribed by joetormala
[VERSE 1]
[G]Well a man come on [C]the 6 oâcl[G]ock news,
[G]Said somebodyâs b[D]een shot, somebodyâ[G]s been abused,
[G]Somebody blew up a building,
[C]Somebody stole a [G]car,
[G]Somebody got away.
[D]Somebody didnât get [G]too farâ¦yeah
[C]They didnâ[D]t get [G]too far.
[VERSE 2]
[G]Grandpappy told my pappy[C] , back in my day[G] , son;
[G]A man had to answer f[D]or the wicked that he[G] done.
[G]Take all the rope in Texas,
[C]Find a tall oak tree, r[G]ound up all them bad boys,
[D]Hang them high in the st[G]reet.
[C]For all th[D]e world to [G]see.
[CHORUS]
[D]Justice is the one thin[C]g you should always f[G]ind.
[C]You got to saddle up your [G]boys.
[D]You got to draw a hard [G]line.
[D]When the gun smoke settles[C] , weâll sing a vic[G]tory tune.
[C]Weâll al[G]l meet ba[D]ck at the loca[G]l saloon.
[G]Weâll raise up our [C]glasses against evi[G]l forces.
[G]Singing whiskey for m[F]y men, be[C]er for my hor[G]ses.
[VERSE 3]
[G]We got too many gangst[C]ers doing dirty d[G]eeds.
[D]We got too much corruption, to[G]o much crime in the streets.
[G]Itâs time the long ar[C]m of the law put a few more i[G]n the ground.
[G]Send emâ all to their m[D]aker and heâll se[G]ttle emâ down.
[D]You can bet, he?[G] ?ll set emâ down- Cause,
[CHORUS]
[D]Justice is the one thing [C]you should always [G]find.
[C]You got to saddle up your [G]boys.
[D]You got to draw a hard l[G]ine.
[D]When the gun smoke settles[C] , weâll sing a vict[G]ory tune.
[C]Weâll all[G] meet ba[D]ck at the loca[G]l saloon.
[G]Weâll raise up our [C]glasses against evi[G]l forces.
[G]Singing whiskey for my [F]men, b[C]eer for my hor[G]ses.
[F]Whiskey for my men, [C]beer for my hors[G]es.
[OUTRO]
[D]Justice is the one thing[C] you should always f[G]ind.
[C]You got to saddle up your [G]boys.
[D]You got to draw a hard l[G]ine.
[D]When the gun smoke settles,[C] weâll sing a vict[G]ory tune.
[C]Weâll all m[G]eet b[D]ack at the loc[G]al saloon.
[G]Weâll raise up our [C]glasses against evil[G] forces.
[G]Singing whiskey for my [F]men, b[C]eer for my hor[G]ses.
[F]Whiskey for my men, [C]beer for my hors[G]es.
Used chords
—
More of Toby Keith
