Chase Matthew

Cheap Shots

Chase Matthew


Tom: G

INTRO:
G Am Em C
G Am Em C

VERSE:
              G                           Am                  Em  C
There's some scars in my heart from this knife in my back and you
         G                         Am                 Em   C
So Im'a tryna ease the pain in my brain with this 90 proof
              G                            Am
You left the whole town talkin' 'bout the line I'm walkin'
     Em                  C
But they don't know the truth

   G
I get off at eight
   Am
My day ain't been great
       Em                     C
But I tell you what I'm gonna do


CHORUS:
                G         Am
I'ma take some cheap shots
          Em                             C
I'm just plastic cups, sippin' straight whiskety, no mixing
       G        Am
Don't need rocks

           Em
Well just send 'em on over
      C
Aint leavin' here sober

           G        Am
There's a sweet spot
      Em  N.C.
With just enough drink where I ain't gotta think

            G       Am
So let the drip drop
       Em             C
'Cause I ain't gonna stop

                     G         Am Em C
Well I'ma take some cheap shots
                     G         Am
Yeah I'ma take some cheap shots

     Em
Hey Mason
               C
Tell 'em what happened Chase

Uh


VERSE;
            G                      Am                 Em  C
I caught a slick left hook when I made my way to the door,  uh
         G                             Am                      Em
Hell it caught me by surprise made my drink spill and hit the floor
    C
Oh Lord

            G                    Am
And then I turned around to your new found crowd
         Em                     C
With my eyes turning black and blue

            G
And he was standing there laughing
   Am
I knew it had to happen
N.C.                           C
'Cause he's a bitch just like you


VERSE:
                  G        Am
And I can take a cheap shot
      Em                         C
So I drug him out back, started whoopin' his ass
        G         Am
In the parking lot

         Em                       C
And the gravel kept flying and I heard your ass cry
         G         Am
Yelling please stop

       Em                       C
But I just kept going, had the cell phones rolling
          G             Am
'Til his ass was rocked

          Em                     C
Hell you might as well call the cops

                         G         Am    Em
'Cause we can take some cheap shots  whoo
C                 G        Am  Em C
Yeah we can take cheap sho-ots


BDA K:
         Am                Bm            C   C
Well my side chick came today to pay my bill
         Am                      Bm                    C  D
She was there the whole time you put my heart through hell


CHORUS:
                        G
Know we gone take some cheap shots
Am              Em                             C
Ohhh with them plastic cups, sippin' straight whiskety, no mixing
       G               Am
Don't need rocks (ro-o-o-o-ocks)

      Em                     C
Just send 'em on over, aint leavin' here sober

           G        Am
There's a sweet spot (yeah)

 Em                        C
Just enough drink and the way she says my name
       G     Am
Ain't she hot (yeah)
       Em                     C
She's everything that you're not

N.C.           G
And she likes cheap shots
Am                Em
Hell yeah she does

C                 G        Am  Em C G
Oh yes she likes cheap sho-ots

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