Misc Unsigned Bands - Alanna wilson - way back when

Youre a ^Fadd9woman after my own heart,^F is what he said, We should ^Ftrade this messy Chevrolet in,^G for a truck bed, And head ^Fadd9over when the night comes callin ^Fto the drive-in show, Well baby ^Fanywhere you were going is where Is^G gonna go...

I was ^Fadd9yellin the words to Waylon, On that ^Fworn-out Chevy seat, ^FOne-arm tanned with toes on the dash, ^GSoakin up that dixie heat, We ^Fadd9didnt have a clue,^F or two cents to rub or ^Fgive, ^G Just an ^Fadd9ol bottle of wine^F and our whole ^Flives to live, ^G Some might ^Fadd9say that we had nothin ^{F F}But that was way back when, ^G Way back when we had ^Fadd9everything.

I love ^Fadd9gettin dressed up to the nines, he ^Fsaid across the table, In that ^Fsouthern drawl and I'd of ^Gbreathed if I were able, Fadd9 F F,G But he stole my breath in that most wonderful way, Just the ^Fadd9way a pen steal^Fs ^Fyour thoughts for the ^Gpage...

I was ^Fadd9yellin the words to Waylon, On that ^Fworn-out Chevy seat, Porchlight ^Fkisses after curfew, Holes in our ^Gstory and in our jeans, We ^Fadd9didnt have a clue,^F or two cents to rub to^Fgether, ^G Just a ^Fadd9buzz on a summer night^F and the ^Fpromise of forever,^G Some might ^Fadd9say that we had nothin ^{F F}But that was way back when,^G Way back when we had ^Fadd9everything.

And I reach ^Fadd9over just to ^Ffeel^F your hand in ^Gmine, ^Fadd9And to know I still have^F everything^F even after ^Gall this time...

Yeah I was ^Fadd9yellin the words to Waylon, In that ^Fworn-out Chevy seat, ^FA ride and that crooked smile, Is what ^Gyou were givin me, We ^Fadd9didnt have a clue,^F or two cents to rub or ^Fgive,^G Just an ^Fadd9ol bottle of wine,^F and our whole ^Flives to live,^G Some might ^Fadd9say that we had nothin^{F F}But that was way back when,^G Way back when you ^Fadd9had me at hello, F F, G At dirt roads and rolled down windows. Some might ^Fadd9say that we have nothin ^F But Id ^Ftell them^G to look aga^Fin