Liquor Store Blues piano leadsheet with chords

Standin' at this liquor store, whiskey comin' through my pores,

feelin' in' like I run the whole block.

'cause Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch me here,

tryin' to scatch my way up to the top.

'Cause my job's got me going nowhere,

so I ain't got a thing to lose.

Take me to a place where I don't care;

this is me and my liquor store blues.

I'll take one shot for my pain,

one drag for my sorrow.

Get messed up today, I'll be okay tomorrow.

One shot for my pain, one drag for my sorrow.

Get messed up today, I'll be okay tomorrow.

Uhuhuh. Me and my guitar tonight,

singing to the city lights, feelin' to leave with more than what got,

'cause sixtyeight ets, cent just ain't gon' pay the rent,

me so I'll in' be out until they call the cops.

'Cause my job's got me going nowhere,

so I ain't got a thing to lose.

Take me to a place where I don't care;

this is me and my liquor store blues.

I'll take one shot for my pain,

one drag for my sorrow.

Get messed up today, I'll be okay tomorrow.

One shot for my pain, one drag for my sorrow.

Get messed up today, I'll be okay tomorrow.

Uhuhuh.

Here come Junior Gong;

I'm flyin' high like Superman;

and thinking that I run the whole block.

I don't know if it's just because pineapple kush between my jaws has got me feeling like I'm on top,

feeling like I woulda stand up to the cops,

and stand up to da bigger heads because de whole a dem are saps.

All de talk, dem all talk,

and dem fly, make no drop.

'Nuff ghetto, youth cannot escape the trap.

Give me this