Parking Lot chords by Lily Rose

• Capo on 2nd

Intro:

D   A


Verse 1:
                     D
Don't care if it's gravel or a fresh paved black top
 A
Out in front of a Texaco or a Hollywood backdrop
         D
There's one on every corner 'bout everywhere you look
     A
Bet if they could talk, man, that they could write a book

Chorus:
         D
'Bout a first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
      A
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
 Am
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
  A
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
       D
It's smokin' ****, fake IDs and county blue lights
      A
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
       Am
Don't matter where you been, where you'r? from or what you got
       A                                                    D
There ain't no denyin', th re's something 'bout a parking lot

Verse 2:
            D
Hell don't know about yours, let me tell you 'bout mine
         A
It was Keith Urban, Coors Light, in 2009
  D
That's where I learned that you don't need a bar
           A
'Cause a cheap buzz is better from the trunk of a car

Chorus:
         D
'Bout a first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
      A
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
 Am
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
  A
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
       D
It's smokin' ****, fake IDs and county blue lights
      A
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
       Am
Don't matter where you been, where you'r? from or what you got
       A                                                    D                     A
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot (Oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey)
                                  Am                     A
There's something 'bout a parking lot (Oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey, oh-hey)

Bridge:
       D
It's seventeen summer with college in the fall
  A
Take one last drive by and think about it all
     Am
You hope where you're goin' will have one just like
      A
The place that you Go in the back of your mind

Chorus:
         D
'Bout a first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
      A
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
 Am
Livin' outside the lines, parked in 'em
  A
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
       D
It's smokin' ****, fake IDs and county blue lights
      A
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
       Am
Don't matter where you been, where you'r? from or what you got
       A                                                    D    A
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot
       Am
Don't matter where you been, where you're from or what you got
       A                                                    D
There ain't no denyin', there's something 'bout a parking lot