Fillin My Cup chords by Hailey Whitters

Intro
A                       D
It ain?t the bartender, it ain?t the bottle
A                     E
It ain?t the headache I?ll have tomorrow
       A                      D
It?s a high-low life when you shake it on up
A       E  A
Fillin? my cup

A    D    A    E    A    D    A  E  A

Verse 1:
     A
It?s all my people sittin? ?round a table
E                       D   A
Real sad country on the radio
   A
My go-to blues and my old faithful
E                                D           A
Barely pushin? twenty, but still carryin? me home

Pre-Chorus
              A
It?s one part happy and one part chaos
            E                    A
Whole lotta borrowed, little bit paid off
           F#m                        E             D
You can?t appreciate the sugar if you never had the salt
         D                   E                A
Ain?t it nice and sweet even when it?s on the rocks, Yeah


A                       D
It ain?t the bartender, it ain?t the bottle
A                     E
It ain?t the headache I?ll have tomorrow
       A                      D
It?s a high-low life when you shake it on up
A       E  A
Fillin? my cup

Verse 2:
     A
It?s all those so close you can taste it
E                     D       A
Hard pill to swallow, goodbye loves
    A
Sometimes, half empty is good for makin?
E                             D           A
Room for the know it when you see it good stuff

Pre-Chorus
              A
It?s one part happy and one part pain
                 E                      A
Knowin? what you can and what you can?t change
    F#m                         E                D
And learnin? that the secret is wantin? what you got
         D                   E                A
Makes it nice and sweet even when it?s on the rocks, yeah


A                       D
It ain?t the bartender, it ain?t the bottle
A                     E
It ain?t the headache I?ll have tomorrow
       A                      D
It?s a high-low life when you shake it on up
A       E  A
Fillin? my cup

Intrumental: A    D    A    E    A    D    A  E  A


N.C.
It ain?t the bartender, it ain?t the bottle
N.C.
It ain?t the headache I?ll have tomorrow
N.C.
It?s a high-low life when you shake it on up
F#m     E  D
Fillin? my cup
      A                     D
Yeah, it ain?t the whiskey, it ain?t the wine
          A                   E
Though it sure goes good from time to time
          A                     D           F#m
With this high-low life, go and shake it on up
                 D            E              A
Yeah, that?s the stuff that?s fillin? my cup

Outro
A    D             A
       Shake it on up
E          A    D    A  E  A
Fill it up, woo