Josh Kelley - Georgia clay

^EAin’t it funny how some things take you back? And the ^C#mhere and now just fades to black When I pull that bl^Aue tarp off of that time machine Man, it hits ^Bme Sevent^Eeen years old running on dumb luckaa C#m E- Spent the whole damn summer,.- ^C#mLiving in that truck Them old t^Aires still covered in that mud ^ALike it sticks with me, in my blood

When life was no^Bthing m^Aore than l^Biving f^Aor the night Just trying to st^Beal a k^Aiss on a ta^Bilgate ^Aof that ^C#mride Good old d^Bays don’t wash^A away ^AJust like that Georgia Clay

^EOnly one of my friends with a Fake I.D. It ^C#mmade the hometown celebrity Used to ^Aput her in park in a vacant lot ^AAnd I still can’t believe we never got caught

When life was n^Bothing m^Aore than li^Bving f^Aor the night Just trying to s^Bteal a k^Aiss on a ta^Bilgate ^Aof that r^C#mide Good old d^Bays don’t wash^A away ^AJust like that Georgia clay

^AAll over everything^C#m, ^{B A B A} every last memory C#m B A B F# ^F#Man it’s all coming ^Aback to me…

Ain’t it^B funny how some things^A take you^E back? Chorus When life was n^Bothing mo^Are than li^Bving ^Afor the night Just trying to s^Bteal a k^Aiss on a ta^Bilgate ^Aof that ^C#mride Good old d^Bays don’t wash^A away ^C#mMan, some t^Bhings they just don’t c^Ahange ^AJust like that Georgia clay

^EAll over everything^C#m, ^{B A E} every last memory, C#m B A E

^EIt’s all coming back to m^C#me ^{B A E}