Misc Unsigned Bands – Alanna Wilson - Way Back When (Ukulele)

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Youre a woman after my own heart, is what he said,

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We should trade this messy Chevrolet in, for a truck bed,

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And head over when the night comes callin to the drive-in show,

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Well baby anywhere you were going is where Is gonna go...

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I was yellin the words to Waylon,

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On that worn-out Chevy seat,

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One-arm tanned with toes on the dash,

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Soakin up that dixie heat,

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We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub or give,

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Just an ol bottle of wine and our whole lives to live,

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Some might say that we had nothin

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But that was way back when,

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Way back when we had everything.

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I love gettin dressed up to the nines, he said across the table,

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In that southern drawl and I'd of breathed if I were able,

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But he stole my breath in that most wonderful way,

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Just the way a pen steals your thoughts for the page...

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I was yellin the words to Waylon,

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On that worn-out Chevy seat,

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Porchlight kisses after curfew,

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Holes in our story and in our jeans,

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We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub together,

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Just a buzz on a summer night and the promise of forever,

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Some might say that we had nothin

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But that was way back when,

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Way back when we had everything.

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And I reach over just to feel your hand in mine,

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And to know I still have everything even after all this time...

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Yeah I was yellin the words to Waylon,

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In that worn-out Chevy seat,

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A ride and that crooked smile,

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Is what you were givin me,

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We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub or give,

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Just an ol bottle of wine, and our whole lives to live,

           Fadd9                 F
Some might say that we had nothin

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But that was way back when,

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Way back when you had me at hello,

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At dirt roads and rolled down windows.

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Some might say that we have nothin

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But Id tell them to look again