Biography:
Trent Tomlinson is an American country music singer-songwriter. He is famed for his writing songs that reflect his psyche, and deal with topics like drinking, camaraderie, broken dreams and failed relationships. Tomlinson began his musical journey in Kennett, Missouri, which is also the home town of Sheryl Crow. His 6'8" father is a former basketball star who set scoring records at the University of Missouri and was drafted by the Cleveland Cavaliers before knee surgery knocked him out.
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Other songs:
- One Wing In The Fire
- A Good Run
- Angels Like Her
- Cheatin On My Honky Tonk
- Come Back To Bed
- Country Is My Rock
- Cross My Heart
- Drunker Than Me
- Henry Cartwrights Produce Stand
- Hey Batter Batter
- I Was Gonna Leave Tomorrow Anyway
- Just Might Have Her Radio On
- She Just Might Have Her Radio On
- Thats Whats Working Right Now
- The Bottle
- The Next Time
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Capo 2nd Fret
D D/F# G
D D/F# G
I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought.
D A D
Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down.
D/F# G
It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the hurt with drink,
D A D D/C#
But it's the only thing that I can think of now.
Bm A G
Got her down to the top of the st icker:
Em7 A
I wish this stuff would kick in a little quicker.
D D/F#
I can still see us on that tiltawhirl, spinnin'.
G A
Cotton candy in the wind she had mustard on her chin,
D D/F#
From that corn-dog that slipped right off of the stick,
G A
And that top of the Ferriss wheel kiss.
Em7 D/F# G
I ain't forgot a bout that yet,
Em7 A D
But I still have some whiskey left.
D D/F# G
Sure thought I'd be able, once I reached the middle of the label,
D A D
That some of those memories would somehow wash a way.
D/F# G
Now I'm pushin' toward the bottom, and thoughts of her, yeah, I still got 'em.
D A D
Those shots, I've shot 'em, but they ain't killed yester day.
Bm A G
Just a little below the st icker:
Em7 A
Yeah, I must've got a bad batch of liquor.
D D/F#
I can still see her standin' there on that sidewalk,
G A
Yellin' out for the taxi that would take her away,
D D/F#
From the arms of the one that still loves her
G A
With all of his heart.
Em7 D/F# G
I ain't forgot a bout that yet,
Em7 A D
But I still have some whiskey left.
D D/F# G
I just tipped it up an' took the last sip from the cup:
D A D
Threw that bottle on the ground an'started to cry.
D/F# G
I know that I've had plenty an' now there just ain't any,
D A
An' I'm just as empty as that bottle inside.
D D/F# G
D D/F# G
I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought.
D A D
Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down.
D/F# G
It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the hurt with drink,
D A D D/C#
But it's the only thing that I can think of now.
Bm A G
Got her down to the top of the st icker:
Em7 A
I wish this stuff would kick in a little quicker.
D D/F#
I can still see us on that tiltawhirl, spinnin'.
G A
Cotton candy in the wind she had mustard on her chin,
D D/F#
From that corn-dog that slipped right off of the stick,
G A
And that top of the Ferriss wheel kiss.
Em7 D/F# G
I ain't forgot a bout that yet,
Em7 A D
But I still have some whiskey left.
D D/F# G
Sure thought I'd be able, once I reached the middle of the label,
D A D
That some of those memories would somehow wash a way.
D/F# G
Now I'm pushin' toward the bottom, and thoughts of her, yeah, I still got 'em.
D A D
Those shots, I've shot 'em, but they ain't killed yester day.
Bm A G
Just a little below the st icker:
Em7 A
Yeah, I must've got a bad batch of liquor.
D D/F#
I can still see her standin' there on that sidewalk,
G A
Yellin' out for the taxi that would take her away,
D D/F#
From the arms of the one that still loves her
G A
With all of his heart.
Em7 D/F# G
I ain't forgot a bout that yet,
Em7 A D
But I still have some whiskey left.
D D/F# G
I just tipped it up an' took the last sip from the cup:
D A D
Threw that bottle on the ground an'started to cry.
D/F# G
I know that I've had plenty an' now there just ain't any,
D A
An' I'm just as empty as that bottle inside.
Trevor Wesley
Trey Parker
Trey Smoov
Trey Songz
Tri Yann