Martina McBride - Cheap whiskey

^DHe sits all alone in his ^Bmeasy chair Staring ^Dback on his ^A7lost yester^Ddays Long ^Dbefore he encountered the ^Bmbottle And the ^Ddemons that ^A7drove her ^Daway

In his ^Dhand he is holding her ^Bmphotograph Her ^Dimage all ^A7tear-stained and ^Dworn ^DTonight he's embracing ^Bmreality And he ^Dcurses the ^A7day he was ^Dborn

And the ^Gdarkness still echoes her ^Dwarning You ^Gcan't have two ^Dloves in your ^Bmlife Now the ^Dthings that will haunt him Until the ^Dday ^Emthat ^D/F#he ^Gdies ^{D G} Is the ^Dsmell of cheap whiskey And the ^A7sound of good^Dbye

Since the ^Dhour that she left he's been ^Bmsober And each ^Dbreath that he ^A7draws makes him ^Dthink About the ^Dlight of his life gone ^Bmforever When he ^Dtraded her ^A7love for a ^Ddrink

And the ^Gdarkness still echoes her ^Dwarning You ^Gcan't have two ^Dloves in your ^Bmlife Now the ^Dthings that will haunt him Until the ^Dday ^Emthat ^D/F#he ^Gdies ^{D G} Is the ^Dsmell of cheap whiskey And the ^A7sound of good^Bmbye ^{A/C# G} The ^Dsmell of cheap whiskey A7 N.C. And the sound of goodbye