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Capo 1

Intro:    G (320003@1)D (xx0232@1)Em (022000@1)C (x32010@1)Verse 1

GWell, (320003@1)I remember Friday nights,
EmWe (022000@1)were full of bull and natural light
D (xx0232@1)                              C (x32010@1)  
Rock stars under the parking lot lights
GKillin' (320003@1)time in a little town
Em (022000@1)                               DWindow's (xx0232@1)tinted up, tailgates down Running our mouths, riding up and down
     CJust (x32010@1)looking for a fight
Em (022000@1)             D (xx0232@1)                CWe (x32010@1)heard all our stories a thousand times
Em (022000@1)               D (xx0232@1)             CSomebody (x32010@1)go on and tell 'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind

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G (320003@1)                         D (xx0232@1)     
Here's to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise
Em (022000@1)                                       CAnd (x32010@1)all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight,
G (320003@1)                               DTo (xx0232@1)the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told
Em (022000@1)                                     CAnd (x32010@1)all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
              Em (022000@1)      D (xx0232@1)   CHere's (x32010@1)to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget

G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) Em (022000@1) C (x32010@1)VERSE 2

G (320003@1)                                    EmLike (022000@1)I still smell the crawfish stand, diving head first in the morning
 
drink
D (xx0232@1)                                         CStanding (x32010@1)in the lake watching water skis go by,
G (320003@1)                                          Em (022000@1)
Got a pretty girl sitting on my shoulders and another pretty girl trying to
 
push her over
D (xx0232@1)                                          CMy (x32010@1)boys on the bank letting the horse shoes fly
Em (022000@1)        D (xx0232@1)          C (x32010@1)   Em (022000@1)            D (xx0232@1)               CWell, (x32010@1)I can still see it now, all of us pilin' in our trucks and heading
 
back into town

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SOLO: G D Em C    HOLD C

G (320003@1)                            D (xx0232@1)          
Here's to last call when we didn't care, holding' our shots up in the air
Em (022000@1)                                    CA (x32010@1)bunch of reckless boys, man I swear, it's a wonder we survived
G (320003@1)                               DTo (xx0232@1)the trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told
Em (022000@1)                                     CAnd (x32010@1)all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
              Em (022000@1)      D (xx0232@1)   CHere's (x32010@1)to the nights we don't remember
              Em (022000@1)      D (xx0232@1)   CHere's (x32010@1)to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget

outtro: G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) Em (022000@1) C (x32010@1) END ON C
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