| Ab | | I got my first real six-string |
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| Eb | | Bought it at a five-and-dime |
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| Ab | | Played it til my fingers bled |
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| Eb | | It was the summer of 69 |
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Me and some guys from school |
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had a band and we tried real hard |
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Jimmy quit and Jody got married |
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I shoulda known we’d never get far |
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| | Fm | Eb | | | Oh when I | look back now |
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| | Ab | C# | | | that summer seemed to | last forever |
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| | Fm | Eb | | | Oh and if I | had a choice |
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| | Ab | C# | | | Yeah I’d | always wanna be there |
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| | Fm | Eb | Ab | | | Those were the | best days of my | life |
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Ain’t no use in complainin’ |
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Spent my evenings down at the drive-in |
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and that’s where I met you |
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Standin on your mama’s porch |
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you told me that you’d wait forever |
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Oh and when you held my hand |
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I knew that it was now or never |
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| Eb | Ab | Those were the | best days of my | life |
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| Ab | Absus2 | Ab | Absus4 | Ab | Absus2 | Ab | Ebsus2 | Eb | | | | | | | | | | |
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| Ebsus4 | Eb | Ebsus2 | Eb | Ab | | back | in the | summer | of | ’69 |
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| B | E | | Man we were | killing time |
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| F# | E | B | we were | young and restless we | needed to un | wind |
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| E | F# | Ab | I guess | nothin’ can last for | ever- forever; | no |
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| Ebsus2 | Eb | Ebsus4 | Eb | Ebsus2 | Eb | | | | | | | |
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And now the times are changing |
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look at everything thats come and gone |
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Sometimes when I play that old six-string |
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I think about you wonder what went wrong |
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Standin’ on your mama’s porch |
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you told me it would last forever |
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oh the way you held my hand |
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I knew that it was now or never |
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Those were the best days of my life. |
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