Cheap Shots

Intro: F  C  Am7  G 

 
F 
I was hoping you were happy 
C                                     Am7 
I′ll settle for you're happy that I′m gone 
Am7 
Go and get it out your system 
G 
Go and tell 'em I'm the best you lost 


      F 
Yeah, bring up my faults 
F 
Say it′s my loss 
C 
Curse my name and shit on all of my songs 
    Am7                              G 
Whatever you need to get me off your mind 


                  F 
If you wanna take cheap shots 
F 
Send ′em my way 
  C 
I won't stop 
C 
Taking ′em straight 
      Am7 
Baby, do what you gotta do 
            G 
If I take a hit, better leave a bruise 
        C           F 
If it's helping you get through 
F 
Hating my guts 
      C 
Can′t blame you 
C 
Run the tab up 
         Am7 
Tell the bartender slide 'em across 
            G 
′Til you're good or I'm drunk 
G 
I′ll be taking your 
      F     C 
Cheap shots 



F 
Can′t say I never saw it coming 
C                                            Am 
Matter of fact, I'd say it′s coming right on time 
Am 
Oh, I'll let you throw the punches 
G 
If that′s what gonna fill your cup tonight 



      F 
Yeah, bring up my mom 
F 
Hate on my job 
C 
Curse my name and shit on all of my songs 
        Am7                        G 
Telling everyone I wasted all your time 

 
                  F 
If you wanna take cheap shots 
F 
Send ′em my way 
  C 
I won't stop 
C 
Taking ′em straight 
      Am7 
Baby, do what you gotta do 
            G 
If I take a hit, better leave a bruise 
        C           F 
If it's helping you get through 
F 
Hating my guts 
      C 
Can′t blame you 
C 
Run the tab up 
         Am7 
Tell the bartender slide 'em across 
            G 
′Til you're good or I'm drunk 
G 
I′ll be taking your 
      F     C 
Cheap shots 
                          Am7   G 
I′ll be taking your cheap shots 
                                 F 
I′ll be taking your cheap, cheap shots 
   C           Am7  G 
Oh-whoa, yeah, yeah 


Outro: 
                        F 
If you wanna take cheap shots 
F 
Send 'em my way 
  C 
I won't stop 
C 
Taking ′em straight 
      Am7 
Baby, do what you gotta do (what you gotta do) 
            G 
If I take a hit, better leave a bruise 
                    F 
If it′s helping you get through 
F 
Hating my guts 
      C 
Can't blame you 
C 
Run the tab up 
         Am7 
Tell the bartender slide ′em across 
            G 
'Til you′re good or I'm drunk 
                          N.C. 
I′ll be taking your cheap shots