[Strophe]
G 
This whiskey got me feelin' pretty 
   Em 
So pardon if I'm impolite 
C 
I just really need your ass with me 
D 
I'm sorry 'bout the other night
[Strophe]
       G 
And I know I could be more creative 
Em 
And come up with poetic lines 
         C 
But I'm turnt up upstairs and "I love you" 
D 
Is the only thing that's in my mind
[Strophe]
             G                            Em 
You take me higher, higher than I've ever been, babe 
                               C 
Just come over, let's pour a drink, babe 
                            D 
I hope I ain't calling you too late, too late
[Refrain]
D             G 
You light my fire 
                            Em 
Let's stay up late and smoke a J 
                        C 
I wanna go back to the old way  
         D                          C    G 
But I'm drunk and still with a full ash tray 
C                          D  Em/C 
With a little bit too much to say