Dustin Lynch – The World Aint Yours And Mine (Guitar)

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Whatever we got goin' on between us here, I don't hate it

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The way we're lookin' at each other, there's no takin' it back

      C
Just had to say that

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It's like we got the perfect Saturday night situated

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Let's burn the weight of the worry away without strikin' a match

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Yeah, it feels like we've got

C
Diamonds in our pockets

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Radio playing Rocket Man

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You spinnin', headlight dancin'

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Act like you don't give a damn

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That the paint on my Pontiac's faded

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That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it

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'Til the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies

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And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight,

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Yeah

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We ain't ever gonna run down a dream unless we chase it

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And there's nobody I would rather be runnin' it down with than you

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Sittin' under this moon

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Whiskey in a thermos up under the seat

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Pass a cigarette while this little town sleeps

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No matter how long this lasts between me and you

Am
It'll end too soon

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'Cause it feels like we've got

C
Diamonds in our pockets

Am                   F
Radio playing Rocket Man

     G         C
You spinnin', headlight dancin'

Am                         F
Act like you don't give a damn

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That the paint on my Pontiac's faded

C                             Am
That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it

          F         G        Am     G    C         F
'Til the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies

         Am    G     C         F
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight

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Oh, oh, oh, oh

    C
Oh, oh, oh, oh

    G       Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh

C         F          G
Yeah, it feels like we've got

C
Diamonds in our pockets

Am                   F
Radio playing Rocket Man

     G             C
You spinnin', headlight dancin'

Am                         F
Act like you don't give a damn

F                     G
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded

C                             Am
That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it

          F         G        Am     G    C         F
'Til the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies

         Am    G     C         F
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight, yeah

      G       Am
Woah, oh, oh, oh

Am            F
Woah, oh, oh, oh

      G       Am F
Woah, oh, oh, oh