[ Предположительная тональность: G ] 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