Way Back When: Alanna Wilson

*Capo 5

        Cadd9                    G     
Youre a woman after my own heart, is what he said,
          C                             D
We should trade this messy Chevrolet in, for a truck bed,
         Cadd9                            G     
And head over when the night comes callin to the drive-in show,
          C                                  D      
Well baby anywhere you were going is where Is gonna go...

CHORUS
      Cadd9      
I was yellin the words to Waylon,
        G 
On that worn-out Chevy seat,
C
One-arm tanned with toes on the dash,
D
Soakin up that dixie heat,
   Cadd9             G                       C     D
We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub or give,
        Cadd9            G              C              D
Just an ol bottle of wine and our whole lives to live,
           Cadd9                  G
Some might say that we had nothin
C                           D
But that was way back when,
                     Cadd9
Way back when we had everything.

G,C,D

       Cadd9                              G
I love gettin dressed up to the nines, he said across the table,
        C                         D
In that southern drawl and I'd of breathed if I were able,
       Cadd9          G                            C,D
But he stole my breath in that most wonderful way,
         Cadd9          G C                     D
Just the way a pen steals your thoughts for the page...

      Cadd9
I was yellin the words to Waylon,
        G
On that worn-out Chevy seat,
           C
Porchlight kisses after curfew,
             D
Holes in our story and in our jeans,
   Cadd9             G                      C       D
We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub together,
       Cadd9                 G        C                  D
Just a buzz on a summer night and the promise of forever,
           Cadd9                   G
Some might say that we had nothin
C                          D
But that was way back when,
                     Cadd9
Way back when we had everything.

G,C,D

            Cadd9        G   C             D  
And I reach over just to feel your hand in mine,
Cadd9                   G          C           D
And to know I still have everything even after all this time...

           Cadd9
Yeah I was yellin the words to Waylon,
        G                   
In that worn-out Chevy seat,
C
A ride and that crooked smile,
        D
Is what you were givin me,
   Cadd9             G                       C    D
We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub or give,
        Cadd9             G              C             D
Just an ol bottle of wine, and our whole lives to live,
           Cadd9                 G
Some might say that we had nothin
C                          D
But that was way back when,
                  Cadd9
Way back when you had me at hello,
        G                             C, D
At dirt roads and rolled down windows.
           Cadd9                   G
Some might say that we have nothin
       C        D           G
But Id tell them to look again