G
I've got my wife, the other women
D
And wiskey killing me
C
Well the first two make it so that I see red
D
The third one makes it so that I can't see
G D
If I had half a brain left after my debuachery
C D
I'd give up the other women
Em C G
And the W-I-F-E
C G
Wedding vows weren't made to be broken
C G
These here lips weren't made to tell no lies
C Em D C
Somewhere along the way I guess I must have gone astray
C D G
Cause I'm drinking here and wishin for to die
Chorus
Verse 2
I guess it's like my little sister told me
In the end you reap what you sow
I've been sowin seeds from Mexico to Tennesee
And I'm reaping now and awful lot of woe
Chorus
