Cold Beer (Jesse Stewart) — аккорды на гитаре

Am I kinda get broken when C it comes to emotion,

G Makes me start choking so I F sit by the ocean

Am Spent my last buck on a C bottle of whiskey

G Drunk and broke, sittin' F here in history

I Am made my mind up, C I'm going

I G got no where to go, don't know F where I'm going

Am I do know one thing, C one thing that is true

G Wherever I go, F I'm gonna need you

Am We just cant let each C other go now

G We're too close to F ever slow down

Am The only one who C keeps my chin up

G When you touch my lips, F we're like two dogs stuck

Am Cold, cold C beer

Don't you ever G worry I am right F here

Never live Am without C you

Don't care what I G amount to, F no

Talkin' bout Am cold, cold C beer

Don't you ever G worry, I am right F here

Can't ever live Am without C you G F

I Am pick you up, I C take you home

Sit G on my couch, turn F off my phone

'Cuz I Am love your taste, C love your smell

G Who'd have ever thought that we could F do so well

Hell, Am I guess we're C meant for each other

Sorta G like the microphone and my F buddy Bruce Buffer

I Am can't really C express my joy

Sorta G like a scrap between F Osgood and Patty Roy

I Am can't take my C eyes of you

G Went to rehab, F thought that I lost you

But Am now we're back together C with a vengeance

G Must be my little F Irish decendance.

It Am feels pretty good to get this C off my chest

Even G though people sayin F Jesse's obsessed

Well Am maybe I am, C maybe they're right

One G thing that I know it was F love at first sight

Yeah Am cold, cold C beer

Don't you ever G worry, I am right F here

Can never live Am without C you

I wouldn't even G want F to

Am Co-old, cold C beer

Don't you ever G worry, I am F right here

Never live Am without you C

You don't care what I G amount F to

Well I'm Am sitting on my stoop, C feelin' kinda lonely

G Me and Brenda fightin' so I F called up the homies

But Am b'ys busy hangin' out C in front of Sobey's

There's G only one little fella F who really knows me

He Am comes in a little brown C bottle or can

G Sits in my head 'til I can F barely stand

He's Am part of the family, he's C part of the team

Took me G under his wing when F I was just a teen

Every Am time he comes around he always C takes me back

To when I G had a fake ID and a F little dirt stash

Am Road soak, cold pop, C 2 4, wob pop

G Pop top, twist top, F tall boy cold shot (hold)

Am Beer, cold C beer

Don't you ever G worry, I am right F here

Never live Am without C you

You don't care what I G amount F to

Oh Am cold, cold C beer

Don't you ever G worry I am F right here

Can't ever live Am without you C

I wouldn't even G F want to