Misc Unsigned Bands - Alanna wilson - way back when

Youre a ^Cadd9woman after my own heart,^G is what he said, We should ^Ctrade this messy Chevrolet in,^D for a truck bed, And head ^Cadd9over when the night comes callin ^Gto the drive-in show, Well baby ^Canywhere you were going is where Is^D gonna go...

I was ^Cadd9yellin the words to Waylon, On that ^Gworn-out Chevy seat, ^COne-arm tanned with toes on the dash, ^DSoakin up that dixie heat, We ^Cadd9didnt have a clue,^G or two cents to rub or ^Cgive, ^D Just an ^Cadd9ol bottle of wine^G and our whole ^Clives to live, ^D Some might ^Cadd9say that we had nothin ^{G C}But that was way back when, ^D Way back when we had ^Cadd9everything.

I love ^Cadd9gettin dressed up to the nines, he ^Gsaid across the table, In that ^Csouthern drawl and I'd of ^Dbreathed if I were able, Cadd9 G C,D But he stole my breath in that most wonderful way, Just the ^Cadd9way a pen steal^Gs ^Cyour thoughts for the ^Dpage...

I was ^Cadd9yellin the words to Waylon, On that ^Gworn-out Chevy seat, Porchlight ^Ckisses after curfew, Holes in our ^Dstory and in our jeans, We ^Cadd9didnt have a clue,^G or two cents to rub to^Cgether, ^D Just a ^Cadd9buzz on a summer night^G and the ^Cpromise of forever,^D Some might ^Cadd9say that we had nothin ^{G C}But that was way back when,^D Way back when we had ^Cadd9everything.

And I reach ^Cadd9over just to ^Gfeel^C your hand in ^Dmine, ^Cadd9And to know I still have^G everything^C even after ^Dall this time...

Yeah I was ^Cadd9yellin the words to Waylon, In that ^Gworn-out Chevy seat, ^CA ride and that crooked smile, Is what ^Dyou were givin me, We ^Cadd9didnt have a clue,^G or two cents to rub or ^Cgive,^D Just an ^Cadd9ol bottle of wine,^G and our whole ^Clives to live,^D Some might ^Cadd9say that we had nothin^{G C}But that was way back when,^D Way back when you ^Cadd9had me at hello, G C, D At dirt roads and rolled down windows. Some might ^Cadd9say that we have nothin ^G But Id ^Ctell them^D to look aga^Gin