capo 3 

Intro 

Em C G D x4 


verse 1 

Em          G  
Laying back against this windshield 
C              Am 
Parked out in this Georgia red field 
Em            G                  C    Am 
This is where we burn our summer nights 
Em                    G             C          Am 
Long little lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma 
             Em    G                 C 
We were seventeen, going on free and wild 
C        G             D               Em 
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl 
C           G            D 
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke 


Chorus 

     Em                  C 
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying 
G                 D 
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing 
Em                  C 
Sipping on forties on a saturday night 
G                        D            Em C 
Buzzing through a Chorus of dixieland delight 
G           D              Em 
High as the stars, in the milky way 
C                 G            D               Em C 
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float 
        G       D         Em C  G  D 
Back through my mind like smoke 


verse 2 

Em           G 
July flames, october ashes 
C           Am 
Summer skin and blue jean flashes 
Em             G           C 
Strike a match and light a memory 
C       G              D               Em 
Never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air 
C        G              D 
Tonight I'm a stone, all along going up so strong I swear 




     Em                 C 
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying 
G                 D 
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing 
Em                 C 
Sipping on forties on a saturday night 
G                        D             Em  C 
Buzzing through a Chorus of dixieland delight 
G           D             Em 
High as the stars, in the milky way 
C                 G            D               Em C 
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float 
      G          D        Em C G D    Em C G D 
Back through my mind like smoke 


Bridge 
Em      C             G                D 
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl 
Em      C                G              D 
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke 


Chorus/Outro 

     Em                  C 
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying 
G                 D 
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing 
Em                 C 
Sipping on forties on a saturday night 
G                        D             Em  C 
Buzzing through a Chorus of dixieland delight 
G           D              Em 
High as the stars, in the milky way 
C                 G            D               Em C 
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float 
     G          D         Em C G D    Em C G D 
Back through my mind like smoke