G
C
G
D
G
C
G
D
G
G
Everyday in Lunch in high school
D
And all my senior year,
C
G
I’d drink my coca-cola with a touch of everclear.
D
I didn’t have to study math, science or history,
C
G
I’d have a chemical flashback to jog my memory.
D
My junior year I swore I loved sweet miss Sherry Ann
C
G
One night I put some everclear in her dr. pepper can.
C
I thought it would make her easy,
G
But she took it pretty hard
D
I took her home and rang her doorbell,
C
G
Left her laying in the yard.
C
G
Tequila dries me out,
C
G
And beer just makes me fat,
D
Whiskey makes me nauseous,
C
G
Tell me who the hell needs that.
G
If you’re thinkin’ bout drinkin,
D
The answer’s crystal clear,
C
It’s called everclear.
G
I remember my church picnic
D
In the spring of ’89
C
G
Sliced right off the vine.
D
Giving Grace for the food,
C
G
And I soaked them melons good.
D
When the potion went to work,
C
G
Grandpas looking up their skirts.
C
They were singing hallelujah,
G
And Willie Nelson songs.
D
My preacher said it was the best dang picnic
C
That the Baptists have ever thrown.
C
G
Tequila dries me out,
C
G
And beer just makes me fat,
D
Whiskey makes me nauseous,
C
G
Tell me who the hell needs that.
G
If you’re thinkin’ bout drinkin,
D
The answer’s crystal clear,
C
It’s called everclear.
G
Well now I’m drinking everclear,
D
Thinking I’m king of this whole world
C
G
Cooler than Steve Earl.
G
D
Till I wake up and I’m face down in the hall,
C
G
And I’m completely naked for a reason I can’t recall
G
D
I’m kinda sorta thinkin that maybe I met a chick
C
G
And there is lipstick on my neck
C
Well I hope that she was pretty,
G
And I hope that she was kind
D
Enough to leave my clothes somewhere
C
They’re easy to find
C
G
Tequila dries me out,
C
G
And beer just makes me fat,
D
Whiskey makes me nauseous,
C
G
Tell me who the hell needs that.
G
If you’re thinkin’ bout drinkin,
D
The answer’s crystal clear,
C
It’s called everclear.
C
G
D
