Drink Yourself to Death The Hangdogs
The Hangdogs
Drink Yourself To Death
[E]You live that fabled rags to riches Na[A]shville l[E]ife
You s[B]till love your Mom[A]ma, Jesus, and your [E]high school sweetheart [B]wife
You give [E]Hank due but sound more Eagles[A]esqe with every bre[E]ath
If your so [B]country d[A]rink yourself to d[E]eath
Your the big cross-over favorite with the looks and runway twirl
you do make-up ads but beneath the gloss your still a simple girl
o but what you got to sell me ain't on CD or cassette
If your so Country drink yourself to death
C[A]ountry's just a bar to lay your [Cm]weary head [E]upon
So w[A]hy does country radio sound [E]like Celion D[B]ion
Lets [A]go to herd and buy them all a o[E]verdose of met[Cm]h
or a l[F]east suggest they drink them selves to [B]death
Well the keeper of tradition of the Nashville ruling cast
cept that every yeah-who you record looks and sounds just like the last
wearing cowboy boots with polo shirts your a waste of flesh and breath
If your so country drink yourself to death
Solo
If your so country drink yourself to death
Important: The song above is NOT stored on the Chordie server. The original song is hosted at www.allcountrytabs.com. Chordie works as a search engine and provides on-the-fly formatting. Chordie does not index songs against artists'/composers' will. To remove this song please click here.
