Memory Machine

Intro 
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[Verso 1]
 
     C                           F                    C 
It's older than that water tower we used to paint our names 
                                     G 
Shakes at sixty miles an hour, never missed a home team game 
      C                                   F             C 
Still kind of smells like wintergreen and empty cans of beer 
                                           G                  C 
It's got dirt on me from every street it's rolled down around here 
 


[Refrão]
 
          F                                  C 
There's a couple letters missing but you can make out Chevrolet 
    F                                C               G 
The paint is faded now but it shined up back in the day 
      Am               G              F                 C/E 
Every time I turn that key it's summertime and I'm seventeen 
Dm7                       F     G        C 
I swear this old Silverado is a memory machine 
 


[Verso 2]
 
      C                                 F                C 
I was fifteen minutes early picking her up for our first date 
                                       G 
Her dad was pissed when I got her back home an hour late 
C                                   F                  C 
Smelled like her for a couple days, sometimes it still does 
                                        G                        C 
Guess some things are built to last and some things are built to rust 
 


[Refrão]
 
          F                                  C 
There's a couple letters missing but you can make out Chevrolet 
    F                                C               G 
The paint is faded now but it shined up back in the day 
      Am               G                 F               C/E 
Every time I turn that key she's sitting in that shotgun seat 
Dm7                       F     G        C 
I swear this old Silverado is a memory machine 
 


[Verso 3]
 
    C                                F                  C 
Dad ain't around to fix it now so he passed it down to me 
                                               G 
But he's still stitched in this thing like the leather in these seats 
      C                                       F               G 
I can hear him say don't punch the clutch and ease up on that gas 
                                 G                C 
Every time I grind these gears I swear I hear him laugh 



[Refrão]

          F                                  C 
There's a couple letters missing but you can make out Chevrolet 
    F                                C               G 
The paint is faded now but it shined up back in the day 
      Am               G            F                  C 
Every time I turn that key I'm back home in East Tennessee 
                Dm                    F    G 
He's letting me drive, sitting on his knee 
  F                       G              C 
I swear this old Silverado is a memory machine