Jake Owen – Days Of Gold (Guitar)

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Long truck bed hop in it, fire engine red like her lip stick

Out here we can let it go Just me and my good friends Juggle wine little sip out here baby you just never know

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Yeah, these are the days of gold

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Well it's a southern summer with whiskeys in the air dogs on the burner

Beers ice cold and got a pretty little lady to hold Southern Summer and that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road these are the days of gold ||: Fm Eb Fm :|| x2

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A little July sky so high moon shine by the riverside

Stealing hearts and running wild Yeah Our own world Tennessee boys and girls running free out here it's good time for miles

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Yeah, these are the days of gold

Well it's a Southern summer with whiskeys in the air dogs on the burner Beers ice cold and got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer and that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road in the days of gold Lead Bb Fm Eb Bb Fm

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A little bit of you, a little bit of me

What you wanna do, what's it's gonna be We can get wild, we can live free Or you can shake it for me baby like a Tambourine. Slice of watermelon and you spit the seeds Sweat on you back stickin to the seats we can take off and beat the heat or bubbles on you honey like a bumble bee

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Yeah it's a Southern summer with whiskeys in the air dogs on the burner

Beers ice cold and got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer and that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road these are the days of gold