Joe Nichols - My whiskey years

^COne of these days, I'm gonna ^F#dimwake up, with ^Fsomethin' to lose and I'll get ^Gover you I'll ^Cwalk outside, I'll look ^F#dimat the sky ^FFor the first time through ^Cclear, blue eyes My ^Fhead won't hurt, my ^F#dimheart won't ache I'll for- ^Ggive myself for ^Emmy mistakes ^Ebm And I'll ^Dmbe good as new, if I ^Gcan just get through my ^Cwhiskey years

^COne of these nights, when I'm ^F#dimfeeling brave You'll come ^Fback around and I'm gonna ^Cput you down I might ^Cstart to shake, but I'll ^F#dimfind the strength To ^Fstand up straight and I'll ^Cwalk away And I ^Fwon't look back, ^F#dimyou won't see If I ^Cfall apart ^Dmwhen you ^Emfollow me ^{Ebm Dm}I'll be good as new if ^GI can just get through my ^Cwhiskey years

My ^Fwhiskey years my ^F#dimwilder days The ^Emcrazy times ^Ebmwhen I was ^Astoned out of my mind When ^FI could sit and ^F#dimsip away ^Call the ^Bmhurt and ^Ampain ^DmWhom am I trying to fool? I'm ^Gstill goin' through my ^Cwhiskey years

My ^Fwhiskey years, my ^F#dimwilder days The ^Emcrazy times ^Ebmwhen I was ^Astoned out of my mind When ^FI could sit and ^F#dimsip away ^Call the ^Bmhurt and ^Ampain ^DmWhom am I trying to fool? ^GI'm still goin' through my ^Cwhiskey years, ^Abmy ^Cwhiskey years ^{Db7 Fm7 C}