All The Bottles Downed (Come Whiskey, Come Wine)

© Oct 2010 Fort Creek Songs

Hi. Me again.  Two kids under two.  Lack of time, too tired, 

blah blah blah and all those other excuses. 

My main outlet for writing is now in the form of song and 

performing them with Porter, my alt-country/classic country band. 

(We're playing Loplops tomorrow, June 2, 2012) 

With that in mind and an eye towards posterity, I'll be publishing 

all the songs I've written here. 

This is one of my early contributions to Porter. 

It's in the style of that one/two, train-style country song similar 

to Johnny Cash and June Carter's "Jackson".  There is a version 

of it on our ReverbNation page HERE 

It was a little bland for our tastes so Jay (I think it was) suggested 

to change keys twice (for a total of 3 keys in the song) which 

resulted in good effect. 

C  

If wishes were horses then beggars would ride. 

                                   G 

If I could be home right now. 

F 

I'd tip back a few 

              C 

And I'd wander the town  

G                                       C

Finding a ditch for me to drown
 
It's 200 miles till I rest my head 

and it seems the night has no end.   
It's hot and it's humid and I don't have a lead on 

where I can find myself a bed. 

Chorus: 

F                          C 

Come whiskey, come wine, come beer and gin 

F                          C 

Through all of the bottles I have downed 

F                                          C 

I won't tell you twice. You've had your last chance. 

G                                         C 

Next time I put you in the ground.

D

Sew his footprints to your dress 

                                    A 

and walk to the market alone.

G                                            D 

You've thrown in your lot with a helluva man. 

A                                          D 

Time to reap what you have sown.

Chorus: 

 G                                       D 

Come whiskey, come wine, come beer and gin 

G                                       D 

Through all of the bottles I have downed
G                                       D 

I won't tell you twice. You've had your last chance.
A                                       D 

Next time I put you in the ground. 

A  
If the queen had balls then she'd be the king. 

                                             E 

If I could read the writing on the wall. 

D                             A 

If I get my gun, and I bring you down 

A                                       A 

would I get satisfaction after all? 

Chorus: 

D                            A  
Come whiskey, come wine, come beer and gin 

D                                             A 

Through all of the bottles I have downed

D                                             A 
I won't tell you twice. You've had your last chance.
E                                    A 

Next time I put you in the ground.

E                       A    E  A 

Next time I put you in the ground.