Sour Mash (Live)

[Verse]
A                      G     A
The town I come from's mostly sky
A                G        A
Even though the county's dry
A                   G       A
That didn't stop the stream nearby
     E            A
From giving us a daughter
       A                    G        A
She was born in a barrel of American oak
A                         G        A
Made of sugar, maple, and charcoal smoke
A                G        A
She just goes to show your folks
     E               A
What God can do with water
 
[Chorus]
A                   G        A
When I go below the gloomy ground
A                  G        A
You better buy the room a round
A                G        A
Let her weep and lift a glass
    E           G        A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
 
[Verse]
A                G        A
Once when I was going through
A                      G        A
Those same old famous, same old blues
A               G        A
Tired of either crying to you
   E      G        A
Or cussin up a quarrelin'
A               G        A
Yes, I slipped and sipped astray
A               G        A
Only took one taste to see the way
A               G        A
Back to Tennessee to stay
 E      G        A
Tennessee my darlin'
 
[Chorus]
    A                   G        A
And when I go below the gloomy ground
    A               G        A
You better buy the room a round
A                G        A
Let her weep and lift a glass
    E                   A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
 
[Verse]
A               G        A
I don't want no Beaujolais
A            G        A
Sake, Cider, Chardonnay
A           G        A
Keep Tequila far away
E                   A
You know what I'm cravin'
A                    G        A
Ain't Champagne all fine and chilled
A                    G           A
It's not all rot-gut 'shine, and swill
A            G        A
You ask me, life's a cask
E                G     A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash
 
[Chorus]
    A                   G        A
And when I go below the gloomy ground
    A              G        A
You better buy the room a round
 A               G        A
Let her weep and lift a glass
   E             G   A
Of bitter-sweet sour mash