Capo 2 E 2x Verse 1 E Ain’t it funny how some things take you back? C#m And the here and now just fades to black A When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine B Man, it hits me E Seventeen years old running on dumb luckaa E- Spent the whole damn summer,.- C#m Living in that truck A Them old tires still covered in that mud A
Like it sticks with me, in my blood Chorus A When life was nothing more than living for the night C#m Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride A Good old days don’t wash away A Just like that Georgia Clay E Verse 2 E Only one of my friends with a Fake I.D. C#m It made the hometown celebrity A Used to put her in park in a vacant lot A And I still can’t believe we never got caught Chorus A When life was nothing more than living for the night C#m Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride A Good old days don’t wash away A Just like that Georgia clay A Bridge A All over everything, every last memory F# A Man it’s all coming back to me… E E Ain’t it funny how some things take you back? Chorus A When life was nothing more than living for the night C#m Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride A Good old days don’t wash away A Man, some things they just don’t change A Just like that Georgia clay E E All over everything, every last memory, E E It’s all coming back to me
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