stealing bottles from my dad Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][C]

[Verse 1]
[C]Well,
this here 19 year old prepubescent
[F]went down the street to the
7- eleven
and walked [G]right up to the cashier,
holding two cold [C]cases of beer.

[Verse 2]
[C]And I smiled and gave him my fake ID
and he took [F]one good hard look at me
and [G]he laughed and he said: kid,
nice try but, uh, [C]uh, not tonight.

[Verse 3]
Well, I got [C]pissed off and
I drove outta there,
wish[F]ing I was older with a little
more facial hair
[G]but above wishing I had me just
a [C]little bit of alcohol.

[Verse 4]
So, [C]I sat around thinking what to do,
trying to [F]figure out how
I’d score some booze
and I [G]thought to myself unfortunately,
I’m gonna [C]have to go to [Em]plan B.
[C]I’m

[Verse 5]
stealing, stealing
bottles from my [F]dad,
no, [G]it’s really,
it's really not that [C]bad.
Stealing whiskey, stealing wine,
taking [F]whatever I can find,
from [G]time to time [Gsus4]I’ve had [G]to steal
bottles from my dad.
[C][F][G]

[Verse 6]
[C]
Well, I’ve done it once, maybe twice,
hell, [F]who am I kidding
I’ve done it all my life,
but, hey, who’s counting,
no [G]not me,
[C]I’m only five finger discounting.
[Em]

[Verse 7]
Don’t you [C]worry, daddy,
I’ll pay [F]you back
when I’m old enough to
buy that Tennessee Jack
and I’ll re[G]stock your [Gsus4]en
tire liquor cabinet
with your [C]fa vourite scotch: Mr

[Verse 8]
Buchanans.
[C]Lord knows I’ve stolen at least a dozen
[F]over the years but so has
my brother and cousin.
[G]We’re good kids,
I swear we ain’t punk[Gsus4]s,
it’s just [C]that we steal to get drunk.

[Verse 9]
[C]Folks, please don’t call
me thief or a crook,
oh, [F]yeah, if you see my dad
tell him not to look
[G]in the refrigerator to[F]night.
N.C.
I’m pretty sure he’s all
outta [G]Coor’s light.

[Verse 10]
[C]I’m stealing, stealing bottles from my [F]dad,
no, [G]it’s really,
it's really not that [C]bad.
Stealing tequila, stealing (lyrics?) wine
taking [F]whatever I can find,
[G]from time to time I’ve had to steal
bottles from my [C]dad.

[Verse 11]
Stealing [C]bottles from my dad, no,
[F]it’s really not that bad,
stealing whis[G]key, steal[Gsus4]ing wine,[G]
taking [C]whatever I can find.
From time to time I’ve had to steal
[F]bottles from my dad,
[Gsus4]but it ain’t that bad,
[G]he still loves me ...

[Outro 1]
even though I drink his whiskey.
[C][G][C]