G
This whiskey got me feelin' pretty
   Em
So pardon if I'm impolite
C
I just really need your ass with me
D
I'm sorry 'bout the other night


       G
And I know I could be more creative
Em
And come up with poetic lines
         C
But I'm turnt up upstairs and "I love you"
D
Is the only thing that's in my mind


             G                            Em
You take me higher, higher than I've ever been, babe
                               C
Just come over, let's pour a drink, babe
                            D
I hope I ain't calling you too late, too late


D             G
You light my fire
                            Em
Let's stay up late and smoke a J
                        C
I wanna go back to the old way

         D                          C    G
But I'm drunk and still with a full ash tray
C                          D  Em/C