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
