Reba McEntire - She got drunk last night

She was ^Gflagging down the waiter She was ^Dfeeling 'bout as faded As the ^Emflowers from that wallpaper No^Cbody'd even ^Dasked for her I^GD when she walked in there Don't know^D how long she'd been there She was^Em fixing up her ^Chair And fumbling though her ^Dpurse She was ^Bmtired of feeling lonely She was ^Amtired of feeling old She was ^Bmhating the idea of ^Amgoing home a^Dlone

^N.C.So she got ^Gdrunk last night Drunk e^Bmnough to call That ^Amnumber in her ^Dphone that she would ^Dmnever call Without the ^Calcohol But she ^Bmneeded an excuse To ^E7let herself get used And so that's ^Amwhy ^D

^N.C.She got ^Gdrunk the way she'd never The way sh^De hadn't in forever But she ^Emneeded to feel better And ^Cwanted and ^Dbeautiful Even ^Bmif he didn't love her And it had ^Ambeen a long time over She had to ^Bmmake one more mistake And she ^Amcouldn't do that ^Dsober

^N.C.So she got ^Gdrunk last night Drunk e^Bmnough to call That ^Amnumber in her ^Dphone that she would ^Dmnever call Without the ^Calcohol But she ^Bmneeded an excuse To ^E7let herself get used And so that's ^Amwhy ^D Oh, she got ^Cdrunk last night

Yeah, she ^Bmneeded an excuse To ^E7let herself get used And so that's ^Amwhy ^D She got ^Gdrunk last night She got ^Emdrunk last night_^G__ ^{D7 G}