Z28 chords by Matt Potting

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Key: E

Verse 1:
E            D                     A
I bought her right before I turned sixteen
E         D               A
Dark blue paint, had that metallic gleam
E   D
350 underneath the hood
A
She roared like hell and it felt so good
E            D                          A
Burnin' down them county roads with the windows low
B
Crankin' Skynyrd on the radio
A

She was freedom wrapped in steel and chrome
B             A
That old Z/28 felt just like home

Chorus:
E              D                           A
We were flyin’ down backroads, chasing the night
E              D                   A
Pretty blonde in the seat with her hand in mine
E          D           A
The T-tops off and the stars above
E       D              A
Fallin' fast into that first-time love
B
Smokin' tires, breakin' rules
A
Actin' too tough in that high school cool
B
Man, if those headlights could talk, they’d say
A
We were young, wild, and wide open in that Z/28

Verse 2:
E            D               A
She had them blue eyes and a rebel heart
E            D                   A
Liked her whiskey strong and her music up
E            D                 A
We’d sneak out late, park underneath the stars
E              D           A
Trade stories, kisses, and dreams out loud
B
Pedal down and she’d look at me
A
Yellin’, “Baby, punch it, let that V8 scream”
B
Every mile was a brand new page
A
Writin’ our love story in that Z/28

Chorus:
E              D                           A
We were flyin’ down backroads, chasing the night
E              D                   A
Pretty blonde in the seat with her hand in mine
E          D           A
The T-tops off and the stars above
E       D              A
Fallin' fast into that first-time love
B
Smokin' tires, breakin' rules
A
Actin' too tough in that high school cool
B
Man, if those headlights could talk, they’d say
A
We were young, wild, and wide open in that Z/28

SOLO:
E D A

Bridge:
E          D            A
Years flew by, but that car still gleams
E              D               A
Sittin’ in the drive like it’s caught in a dream
E         D                A
And every time I hear that engine start
E           D                     A
It takes me right back to where I left my heart

Chorus:
E              D                           A
We were flyin’ down backroads, chasing the night
E              D                   A
Pretty blonde in the seat with her hand in mine
E          D           A
The T-tops off and the stars above
E       D              A
Fallin' fast into that first-time love
B
Smokin' tires, breakin' rules
A
Actin' too tough in that high school cool
B
Man, if those headlights could talk, they’d say
A
We were young, wild, and wide open in that Z/28