Summer Of 89 chords by Butch Walker

Chords with lyrics

(intro)
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Changing strings,
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And banging on things
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A augmentedA couple of girls from the school
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Would listen to KISS
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(With rockets for fists)
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Acting like Saturdays fool

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Learned how to smoke,
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Told dirty jokes
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Talked about loose girls from Rome
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I made out with most of them
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So I raised a toast to them
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Especially now that I'm (old)
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And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
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3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
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In their paper mill jobs
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While their teen heartthrobs
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Are playing in bands
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Or they're dead

(Chorus)
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Can I go back to when
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I was the winner
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Way before the rain came
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And washed away the sinners
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Everyone was something and
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Nothing was done right or wrong-ooh

(intro)
A augmentedA  D MajorD D A augmentedA
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A augmentedA             D MajorD
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
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Played through a speaker of fuzz
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Nobody knew bryan adams wasn't cool
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The TV just told me he was

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Always heard the sound get me out of this town
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Resonating clear on my head
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Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
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I'm pretty sure that he's dead
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Or he's 46 and alone,
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Cast the heaviest stone,
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Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone
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In a bath tub of meth
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You can smell your own death
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you know when you can't look the past in the eye

(Chorus)
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Can I go back to when
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I was the winner
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Way before the rain came
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And washed away the sinners
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Everyone was something
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(And I could never do any wrong)

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Went back to the woods
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Where I hid all my goods
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In a rusted out cadillac door
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we all get nostalgic
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And fall for the hat trick
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Of thinking it'll be like before

(this part is talked)(while holding all the chords on the edge)

Like the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I ever knew,
And knew I played clubs
Let me sleep through school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave when i wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Steal the beer and getting laid
By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become
Is this all I've become
When do I become,

(Chorus)
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Can I go back to when
D MajorD
I was the winner
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Way before the rain came
E MajorE
And washed away the sinners
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Everyone was something
D MajorD             E MajorE
And I could never do any wrong

A augmentedA  D MajorD D A augmentedA
o-oh-ooohh

A augmentedA  E MajorE E A augmentedA
o-oh-ooohh

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