Kyle Park - Half empty shotgun

D5 ^D5 (c^C3onti^D/Anue the intro throughout) [Verse] ^D5I rode up into town with^C3 a half empty bottle ^D5I threw it on the ground^C3, that damn warm whiskey ^D5I mounted off my mare wi^C3th a half empty shotgun ^D5But I don't seem to care^C3, I'm gettin' more tonight ^D5I walk through the swingin' ^C3doors with my head down ^D5They all saw me keepin' ^C3eyes with the floor ^D5I walked up to the bar with a d^C3ead cold feeling ^D5I'd made it this far, ^C3I was gettin' more tonight

^D/AStill holding ^C3my half empty shotgun ^D5Still hoping for a ^C3time to use it right ^D/AKeep on looking for the ^C3right kind of victim ^D5How this whiskey is the ^C3death of the night

^D5I grabbed the man by his^C3 own blue collar ^D5Said "In my hand, there ^C3should be a drink" ^D5I knocked away the glass^C3 and only took the bottle ^D5And rode away again, I'm^C3 gettin' more tonight

^D/AStill holding ^C3my half empty shotgun ^D5Still hoping for a ^C3time to use it right ^D/AKeep on looking for the^C3 right kind of victim ^D5How this whiskey is the ^C3death of the night

^D5I'd just got out of town, su^C3rrounded by a clear night ^D5I thought I could try an^C3d catch up with the sun ^D5All I found was my feet ^C3falling all the way ^D5To the ground by myself ^C3there I lay

^D5I didn't move but the wo^C3rld wouldn't stop turning ^D5The sky seemed blue, but^C3 it was only my emotions ^D5I tried so hard to be so^C3 cool ^D5With a half empty bottle^C3, or is it half full

^D5I rode back to town with^C3 a hand full of leather ^D5I jumped to the ground w^C3hen I reached the world ^D5Took out my half empty s^C3hotgun and pulled the ^D5Trigger that made my lif^C3e unwind ^D5I guess I got mine tonig^C3ht