| G | |
| I've got my wife, the other women |
| D | |
| And | wiskey killing me |
| C | |
| Well the | first two make it so that I see red |
| D | |
| The | third one makes it so that I can't see |
| G | D | |
| If | I had half a brain left after | my debuachery |
| C | D | |
| I'd give | up the other w | omen |
| Em | C | G | |
| And the | W-I-F- | E |
| C | G | |
| Wedding vows weren't made to be | broken |
| C | G | |
| These here lips weren't made to tell no | lies |
| C | Em | D | C | |
| Somewhere along the way I guess I | must have | gone | astray |
| C | D | G | |
| Cause I'm d | rinking here and w | ishin for to | die |
| Chorus |
| Verse 2 |
| I guess it's like my little sister told me |
| In the end you reap what you sow |
| I've been sowin seeds from Mexico to Tennesee |
| And I'm reaping now and awful lot of woe |
| Chorus |
| Thanks for the indulgence. Have fun. |