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CI was sitting here thinking bout EMme and big ricketts smoking Fcigirettes down onC the levy. CTalking bout who’s hot EMwho’s not, big blocks, Fpontiacs olds and Gchevys. CI remember him packing thatG van for atlanta, hisF daddy found a betterG way. FAin’t seen him in forever so heres to forever nothing gets better with Gage. CLike old friends, oldG whiskey, oldF songs. Gnothing gets me like theCy get me when theGy hit me FI’m gone Cwith a smile on back to the old page from the old days if your Fwith me get your Cglass raised and singF along To oldG friends old whiskey and Cold songs
CI can still see my baby’s, blue eyEMes shine and singing brown Feyed girl off key C Cand hanging with the gang EMafter that big game with my Fjersey number on her Gcheek Cpassed around a bottle that we Gdug from the bottom of a Fchest in my buddies baGrn Fback when life was nothing buzzin and a lovin and banging on cheapG guitars
CLike old friends, oldG whiskey, old Fsongs. Gnothing gets me like theCy get me when theGy hit me FI’m gone Cwith a smile on back to the old page from the old days if your Fwith me get your Cglass raised and singF along To old frGiends old whiskey and Cold songs
CMost of my rowdy friends ain’t rEMowdied on down just yet F C Cthey still like to rock and rollEM all night F G Cprobably never lose our way to Gmargaritaville and were Falways going to wannaG get high Fsinging bye bye miss american pie G
CLike old friends, old Gwhiskey, old Fsongs. Gnothing gets me like theyC get me when theyG hit me I’mF gone Cwith a smile on back to the old page from the old days if yourF with me get your Cglass raised and singF along To oldG friends old whiskey and Cold songs