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 Spent the ^C#mwhole^E 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 nothing more ^Bthan livi^Ang for the nigh^Bt ^A Just trying to steal a k^Biss on a^A tailgate of t^Bhat ride ^{A C#m} Good old days don^B?t wash away ^{A A}Just 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 nothing more ^Bthan livi^Ang for the nigh^Bt ^A Just trying to steal a k^Biss on a^A tailgate of t^Bhat ride ^{A C#m} Good old days don^B?t wash away ^{A A}Just 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 ba^Ack to me?

Ain?t it f^Bunny how some things t^Aake you b^Eack? [Chorus] When life was nothing more ^Bthan livi^Ang for the nigh^Bt ^A Just trying to steal a k^Biss on a^A tailgate of t^Bhat ride ^{A C#m} Good old days don^B?t wash away ^{A A}Just 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 me ^{C#m B A E}