Beast Of Bourbon chords by Bourbon Boys

Intro: C Am F G  x2

C            Am                          F                     G
She woke up late with headache and her face flat down on the floor.
C                    Am           F              G
I don't think she's ever had no worse hangover before.
C             Am                F                       G
And then the phone rang and to answer was a thing to regret.
C                Am             F                      G
For that little bird sang of things she really wanna forget.


F                  G                          F
Being out on her own and nobody calls her telephone.
                             G
She calls for the face she loves.

             C                   Am
I wear the nasty smile like a crocodile
          F                      G
and say hello I'm the beast of bourbon.
           C              Am                             F
I had you in my sight, I saw you last night and now I'm here,
                G
the beast of bourbon.
          Am                       G
Well, I saw your every move and I don't know what you've been thinking.
     F                                   G
For honey, you've been down there. Four roses you've been drinking
           C                    Am
from the bourbon lake it's the eye of the snake.
F               G                 C
The beast of bourbon brings the shake.


C                     Am                    F                         G
Honey, you've been screwing 'round and your man ain't coming back no more.
C                 Am                        F                        G
Last night, you didn't care. You were just happy I was dead as for sure.
C           Am                   F                    G
I was your best friend and you couldn't get enough of me.
C                          Am
That's how it was but you know in the end,
             F                G
it's always you that set me free.


F                              G                           F
When you're being out on your own using your mobile telephone.
                                G
And you call for the face you know.


             C                    Am
I wear the nasty smile like a crocodile
         F                        G
and say hello I'm the beast of bourbon.
          C               Am                             F
I had you in my sight, I saw you last night and now I'm here,
                G
the beast of bourbon.
               Am                         G
When you're feeling like a shotgun, I'm there to pull the trigger.
   F                                       G
Tonight will be the best you've had you won't see nothing bigger than
     C                       Am
the ten foot pole with the skin of a snake.
        F          G
When the beast of bourbon brings the shake.


Solo:

C Am F G x2  Am G F G  C Am F G C

C             Am                     F                           G
Well, so it moves in circles. Every friday night is always the same.
C              Am                  F                             G
You curse me every sunday but on thursday you start calling my name.


F                              G                               F
When you're being out on your own and nobody calls your telephone.
                                 G
Then you call for the face you love.


            C                     Am
I wear the nasty smile like a Crocodile
          F                       G
and say hello I'm the beast of bourbon.
          C               Am                              F
I had you in my sight, I saw you last night and now I'm here,
               G
the beast of bourbon.
       Am                             G
It's alright little honey, you don't have to feel so lonely.
    F                        G                                 C
Remember that this night, tonight you'll be the only one who gets
              Am
to taste the skin of a snake.
        F   G                 C
When the beast of bourbon brings the shake.


Fades out on  C  Am F G


The beast of bourbon.
The beast of bourbon.
Howdy yeah, the beast of bourbon.
The beast of bourbon brings the shake