3 Feet Tall chords by Cole Swindell

♫ Intro:

G    G


♫ Verse 1:
           G
We took a ride up a golden elevator
             G
They both cried as they signed a stack of papers
             G
Mom got the car, Dad got the truck

I got a Happy Meal and a baseball
          G
I didn't get it 'til we got home and all his stuff was in a U-Haul

♫ Pre-Chorus:
   F
He pushed me for a while in the swing
          G
Kissed my head and said, "See you next week"

♫ Chorus:
G
There's a lot I don't remember, but that cryin' down the hall
G
 Had a way of makin' me wonder maybe it was all my fault
G
 I got stuck in the middle of weekends and holidays
G
 And my suitcase was too little to carry all that weight
  B#m                  C#m     G
I might not have understood it all
                    G#m   F        G
But, not everythin' goes over your head even when you're three feet tall

♫ Instrumental:
G


♫ Verse 2:
                  G
And she kept the house, he found a two-bedroom apartment
         G
I found out, you can't roll hotwheels 'cross the carpet
           G
They were sad, but, we got through

Dropped me off with, "I love you's"
                   G
It was, "Ask your dad" and "Mind your mother"

I just wish that they could have loved each other

♫ Chorus:
G
 There's a lot I don't remember, but that cryin' down the hall
 G
Had a way of makin' me wonder maybe it was all my fault
G
 I got stuck in the middle of weekends and holidays
G
 And my suitcase was too little to carry all that weight
  B#m                  C#m     G
I might not have understood it all
                    G#m   F         G                                G
But, not everythin' goes over your head even when you're three feet tall

♫ Post-Chorus:
G                             G
 Even when you're three feet tall

♫ Bridge:
      F                           G
I was too young to get what they meant when they said, "Fine"
            F                              G
But now I'm old enough to know how hard it is to fake a smile

♫ Chorus:
G
 There's a lot I don't remember, but that cryin' down the hall
G
 Had a way of makin' me wonder maybe it was all my fault
G
 I got stuck in the middle of weekends and holidays
G
 And my suitcase was too little to carry all that weight
  B#m                 C#m      G
I might not have understood it all
  B#m                  C#m     G
I might not have understood it all
                    G#m  F          G                                G
But, not everythin' goes over your head even when you're three feet tall

♫ Outro:
G                                  G
Yeah, even when you're three feet tall