Dog Beers chords by Katie Noel

• Capo on 4th
• Difficulty: Beginner

🎸 Verse:
Em                                           G
At the bar I had twelve, drove home like an idiot
        D
Yeah I swore that I was sober
 Em                                  G
Woke up what the hell happened last night
    D
As soon as I rolled over




Em                              G           D
My phone was blowin' up like a bomb in Vietnam
Em                               G                    D
Son of a bitch I didn't mean to send them pics to my mom, but

🎸 Chorus:
    C        G
In dog beers I had two
 D                       Em              D
Feelin' like Doge, went straight to the moon
 C            G
Soarin' on a Coors Lite high
 D                  Em    D    Em
Watchin' that neon shine with blood

                    C
On my knuckles fourteen is a couple
         G                    D                Em       C  G
When you do the math and put that tap draft in dog beers

 D               Em       C  G  D
Put that shit in dog beers


🎸 Verse:
Em                                       G              D
My bird dog lived to be sixty-three, in reality he was nine
 Em
That is why I drink more than I can count
            G                   D
Walk right out of the bar just fine, fuck it!

Em
Age is just a number, drinks are just a number
 G                          D                       Em
Blacked out drunk, who the fuck does this number belong to?
                          G
Who did I make that last call to?
       D
All I knew was


🎸 Chorus:
    C        G
In dog beers I had two
 D                       Em              D
Feelin' like Doge, went straight to the moon
 C            G
Soarin' on a Coors Lite high
 D                  Em    D    Em
Watchin' that neon shine with blood

                    C
On my knuckles fourteen is a couple
         G                    D                Em       C  G
When you do the math and put that tap draft in dog beers

 D               Em       C  G  D
Put that shit in dog beers


🎸 Refrain:
 C
Take those bottles, them cans, that keg
      Bm                      Em
That bottom barrel draft and toss 'em all in
 C
Coors Lite
Bud Lite
Nickle Oak too
 Bm                         Em
Gettin' shit faced with my redneck crew


🎸 Chorus:
    C        G
In dog beers I had two
 D                       Em              D
Feelin' like Doge, went straight to the moon
 C            G
Soarin' on a Coors Lite high
 D                  Em    D    Em
Watchin' that neon shine with blood

                    C
On my knuckles fourteen is a couple
         G                    D               (Em)
When you do the math and put that tap draft in dog beers