[1] Once the gettin' was good [6m] but now the [4] gettin's got [1] gone
So I'm [5] going downtown just to [4] tie one [1] on
I'm oak aged and [6m] sour I'm going [4] down by the [1] hour
And I'm as [6m] blue as the [5] night is [1] long

So won't [4] someone dance [1] with me to a [2m] waltz about [1] whiskey
And [6m] turn the sad [2maj] songs to [5] lullabies
Well I don't [6m] need much of [1] nothing except for [4] all your [1] lovin'
And a [6m] waltz about [5] whiskey on [1] ice

Well one quarter should do number A32
A little truth from the jukebox should make it alright
And as the booze sets in I'm getting high again
To a waltz about whiskey on ice

[2maj] Well I remember the [5] night
She sat [6m] down beside me
She cried [4] love was a ring that won't [1] end
Well I was handed a [5] lie [3maj⁷]
And now the [6m] only [1] thing I [3m] know of a [4] ring
Is the [1] circle my [5] glass leaves [1] behind