Little Drunk Fists By Slobberbone
Written by Brent Best
This is one of my favorite songs on the album (heck, I love them all to be honest)
Intro:
[D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [G] [D]
(D)Little drunk (A)fists across the (D)tip of my (A)chin
(D)Guess I should have (A)known that they'd (G)be there (D)again
(D)Little Drunk (A)fists across the (D)width of my(A) jaw
(D)gets sometimes to where (A)I just don't feel them at (D)all
(G)That's (D)ok
(G)I can wait (D)another day
(G)for these (D)stupid concessions to be (E)made
(G)you weren't (D)to blame for
(G)checkin johnny walker's (D)name on the
(G)policeman's (D)notebook when (E)he came
Little drunk fists need some to their own
went out to meet some friends but
ended up all alone
Little drunk fists find and pick up the phone
but fumble on the numbers when they try
to dial home
That's ok
I can wait another day
for these stupid concessions to be made
You weren't to blame for checkin for johnny walker's name
on the policeman's notebook when he came
Little drunk fists raised for just one more round
end up buying six when the fifth hit the ground
Little baby fists touch my face, clutch my nose
but they'd rather touch their mothers but she don't know
Little drunk fists drove
the car home last night
turned left on oak street
when they should have turned right
Written by Brent Best
This is one of my favorite songs on the album (heck, I love them all to be honest)
Intro:
[D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [G] [D]
(D)Little drunk (A)fists across the (D)tip of my (A)chin
(D)Guess I should have (A)known that they'd (G)be there (D)again
(D)Little Drunk (A)fists across the (D)width of my(A) jaw
(D)gets sometimes to where (A)I just don't feel them at (D)all
(G)That's (D)ok
(G)I can wait (D)another day
(G)for these (D)stupid concessions to be (E)made
(G)you weren't (D)to blame for
(G)checkin johnny walker's (D)name on the
(G)policeman's (D)notebook when (E)he came
Little drunk fists need some to their own
went out to meet some friends but
ended up all alone
Little drunk fists find and pick up the phone
but fumble on the numbers when they try
to dial home
That's ok
I can wait another day
for these stupid concessions to be made
You weren't to blame for checkin for johnny walker's name
on the policeman's notebook when he came
Little drunk fists raised for just one more round
end up buying six when the fifth hit the ground
Little baby fists touch my face, clutch my nose
but they'd rather touch their mothers but she don't know
Little drunk fists drove
the car home last night
turned left on oak street
when they should have turned right
