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I love this song and this is the Second Chords I have ever done so here it goes... Summer of 89 by Butch Walker (intro)
Co-ohF-oFooChh Co-ohG-oGooChh
CChanging strings, FAnd banging on things CA couple of girls from the Gschool CWould listen to KISS F(With rockets for fists) CActing like GSaturdays Cfool
CLearned how to smoke, FTold dirty jokes CTalked about loose girls from GRome CI made out with most of them FSo I raised a toast to them CEspecially Gnow that I'm C(old) And they're F45 with husbands who don'tC like theirG wives F3 or 4 kids, make Cenough to Gsurvive FIn their paper mill jobs CWhile their teen heartthrobs GAre playing in bands GOr they're dead Can I go Cback to when FI was the winner CWay before the rain came GAnd washed away the sinners CEveryone was something and FNothing was done right or Gwrong-ooh
(intro) bridge:<for this part i fret the A chord and heavily mute it, there are obvious leads behind it but I haven't figured them out yet> like the football jocks...etc the whole lyrics: Changing strings, And banging on things A couple of girls from the school Would listen to KISS (With rockets for fists) Acting like saturdays fool Learned how to smoke, Told dirty jokes Talked about loose girls from Rome I made out with most of them So I raised a toast to them Especially now that I'm (old) And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives 3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive In their paper mill jobs While their teen heartthrobs Are playing in bands Or they're dead Can I go back to when I was the winner Way before the rain came And washed away the sinners Everyone was something and Nothing was done right or wrong Smothering the cover of a '69 summer Played through a speaker of fuzz Nobody knew bryan adams wasn't cool The TV just told me he was Always heard the sound get me out of this town Resonating clear on my head Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs I'm pretty sure that he's dead Or he's 46 and alone, Cast the heaviest stone, Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone In a bath tub of meth You can smell your own death you know when you can't look the past in the eye Can I just go back to when I was the winner Way before the rain came And washed away the sinners Everyone was something (And I could never do any wrong) Went back to the woods Where I hid all my goods In a rusted out cadillac door we all get nostalgic And fall for the hat trick Of thinking it'll be like before Like the football jocks Trying to please their pops And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught And the teachers who cared More than I ever knew, And knew I played clubs Let me sleep through school And my day job boss Who wrote it up as a loss But let me leave when i wanted and I never got caught Sleeping out on the field In the back of my truck Breaking into the bars Steal the beer and getting fucked By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage But the tan lines were good And she had a good face Is this what I've become Is this all I've become When do I become, I want to go back to when I was the winner Way before the rain came And washed away the sinners Everyone was someone and And I could never do any wrong