Tequila On Ice chords - Darryl Worley ♬ How to Play

Tequila On Ice chords

Tequila On Ice
(Rivers Rutherford & Marty Dodson)


Capo 4


G            Em        G               Em
I always kinda figured love would pass me by 
    G          Em       G               Em       C   D   C
The kinda girl I wanted wouldn't want a guy like me
               D                 G     Em  G  Em
I thought that she wouldn't look twice 
   G             Em     G            Em
Ya see I'm kinda crazy, I like the extremes 
   G         Em       G          Em
So all of my life the girl of my dreams was 
C          D    C         D         G       Em   G  
everything nice sugar and spice and tequila on ice 


      C                             D
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover 
    G            D/F#             Em             D/F#
but every girl I found was either one way or the other 

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     C                  A7                       D7 -->
till one night at a bar when I saw her standing there 

Pretty thing in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair 


  G           Em         G            Em
I walked over to her and introduced myself 
       G                     Em
I said now that we know each other 
          G                Em
If you’re not with someone else 
      C         D
Can I buy you a drink 
          C           D               G      Em       G Em
She said “Thank you I think I'll have tequila on ice“ 
    G          Em
And I said “Nice” 

G Em C D C D G



      C                             D
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover 
    G            D/F#             Em             D/F#
but every girl I found was either one way or the other 
    C                           A7                      D7 -->
But this one here was different I could see it from the start

Pretty thing in blue jeans kinda sweet and wild at heart 


  G                 Em     G               Em
I guess that’s what got me down here in Cancun 
G             Em      G              Em      C     D
Lyin’ in this hammock looking at the moon up there
             C        D          G      Em G Em
Stroking her hair and picking out rice 
          C            D    C         D         G          Em
My baby’s kisses taste like sugar and spice and tequila on ice