Youre All Scotch No Soda

F#m F#m E F#m
You should be grateful
F#m F#m E F#m
I've never looked no better
B                        C#
You made a clean break, I’m all washed up
F#m F#m E F#m
What are the chances?
F#m F#m E F#m
My love for my tormentor
B                     C#
You took the elevator all the way up

[Chorus]

D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
C#
Your fingertips could torture
F#m
Drag my body back to New Orleans
B
And dream a little dream of me
D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
C#
I think I know who loves ya
F#m
Drag my body across the dirty ground
B
I like a city that can sleep around

[Post-chorus]

C#
Pass the cheap Merlot
N.C.
Here’s to who you know

F#m F#m E F#m E

[Verse 2]

F#m F#m E F#m
You look so sad, boy
F#m F#m E F#m
You smell like gin and failure
E
You sing a sad song

[the violin part here is G string 13 13 12 11 10]

F#m F#m E F#m
I knew a sad man
F#m F#m E F#m
Told me to keep my chin up
F#m F#m E F#m
Told me to smile more
N.C.
So I took his teeth

[Chorus]

D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
C#
Your fingertips could torture
F#m
Drag my body back to New Orleans
B
And dream a little dream of me
D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
C#
I think I know who loves ya
F#m
Drag my body across the dirty ground
B
I like a city that can sleep around

D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
C#
Your fingertips could torture
F#m
Drag my body back to New Orleans
B
And dream a little dream of me

[Post-chorus]

C#
Pass the cheap Merlot
N.C.
Here’s to who you know

[Interlude]

F#m F#m F#m
F#m F#m F#m
D D D
C# C# C#

[Bridge]

F#m F#m F#m
N.C.
Underhanded
F#m F#m F#m
N.C.
Slightly damaged
D D D
N.C.
Hey, young lonely
C# C# C#
N.C.
You took advantage

[Instrumental]

F#m E Fm
F#m E Fm
F#m E Fm
C#
x4

[Chorus]

D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
E
Your fingertips could torture
F#m
Drag my body back to New Orleans
B
And dream a little dream of me
D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
E
I think I know who loves ya
F#m
Drag my body across the dirty ground
B
I like a city that can sleep around

D
Well you're all scotch, no soda
C#
Your fingertips could torture
F#m
Drag my body back to New Orleans
B
And dream a little dream of me

[Post-Chorus]

C#    C#     C#
Pass the cheap Merlot
C#              F#m
Here’s to who you know