Jim Croce - Alabama rain

^Adusty haze on ^Bmsummer highways, ^F#msweet mag^C#mnolia ^Bmcall^Eing ^DNow and then I ^C#mfind myself ^Bmthinking of the ^C#mdays that we were ^F#mwalking ^Bmin the ^Dmaj7Ala -- ^Ebama ^Arain

^ADrive-in movies ^Bmfriday night, ^Adrinking beer and ^Elaughin' ^Asomehow things were ^Bmalways right, ^F#mjust don't ^C#mknow what ^Bmhap-^Epened

^DNow and then I ^C#mfind myself ^Bmthinking of the ^C#mdays that we were ^F#mwalking ^Bmin the ^Dmaj7Ala -- ^Ebama ^Ara^A7in

^DWe were ^Eonly ^Akids but ^F#mthen,^Bm I never he^Eard it s^Aaid that kids can't ^Dfall in ^Elove and ^Afeel the ^F#msame ^Bm I can still re^Emember the first time I ^E7told I loved you

^AOn a dusty ^Bmmid July, ^Acountry summer's ^Eevening ^Aa weeping willow ^Bmsung its lulla^F#mby and ^C#mshared our ^Bmse - ^Ecret

^DNow and then I ^C#mfind myself ^Bmthinking of the ^C#mdays that we were ^F#mwalking ^Bmin the ^Dmaj7Ala -- ^Ebama ^Arain (2x)