Liquor Store Blues piano leadsheet with chords

Stand in' at this liq uor store,

whis key com in' through my pores,

feel in' in' like I run this whole I've block.

'cause Lot to tick ets, cheap beer,

that's why you can catch me here,

try in' to scratch my way up to the top.

'Cause my job's got me go ing no where,

so I ain't got a thing to lose.

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

this is me and my liq uor store blues.

I'll take one shot for my pain,

one drag for my sor

row. Get messed up to day,

I'll be o kay to mor

row. One shot for my pain,

one drag for my sor

row. Get messed up to day,

I'll be o kay to mor

row. Uh uh uh.

Me and my gui tar to night,

sing ing to the cit y lights,

feel in' to leave with more than what I've got,

'cause six ty eight ets, cent just ain't gon' pay the rent,

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

'Cause my job's got me go ing no where,

so I ain't got a thing to lose.

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

this is me and my liq uor store blues.

I'll take one shot for my pain,

one drag for my sor row.

Get messed up to day,

I'll be o kay to mor row.

One shot for my pain,

one drag for my sor row.

Get messed up to day,

I'll be o kay to mor row.

Uh uh uh.

Here comes Jun ior Gong;

I'm fly in' high like Su per man;

and think ing that I run the whole block.

I don't know if it's just be cause pine ap ple kush be tween my jaws has got me feel ing like I'm on top,

feel ing like I would a stand up to the cops,

and stand up to da big ger heads be cause de whole a dem are saps.

All de talk, dem all talk,

and dem fly, make no drop.

'Nuff ghet to, youth can not es cape the trap.

Give me this