Sam Hunt - Bottle it up

Night sa^Gnd felt good on ^Csunburned feet. Sittin'^Em on pool chairs we^D drug to the beach But that^G salty air was bittersweet. ^C Waitin' f^Emor the sun to r^Dise. B^Gest friends talkin' 'bout the m^Cemories we made. We cou^Emldn't believe that we were g^Draduatin' The ^Gwind and the waves were s^Clippin' away but that mom^Ement felt so alive. ^D

If I could bottle i^Ct up I'd have a s^Gtash in the truck, Splash in my^Em cup. It'd neve^Dr get old. One little^C sip, just a ta^Gste on my lip I'd be takin' a ^Emtrip wherever ^DI go. I'd keep a "^Glife's good, Sweet bliss d^Coes it ever really get B^Emetter than this?" kinda ^Dbuzz If I could bottle i^Ct up. ^G If I could bottle ^Emit up. ^D

Well y^Gou, me, and my grandad f^Cixed that car It was a su^Emmmer full of grease and c^Dhanging parts But when we f^Ginally got that thi^Cng to start And it so^Emunded just ri^Dght. R^Gidin' with the prettiest g^Cirl I know Breakin' in a ^Embrand new record on an^D old back road When that ^Gfirst slow love song c^Came on She couldn't h^Emide that little ^Dsmile.

And I d^Grink it do^Cwn. And I p^Emass it around, p^Dass it around. Cuz it'll s^Gneak up on you ^Cfast When li^Emfe pours out the ^Dgood stuff Just ca^Gn't make it la^Cst. Well every m^Emoment in time would ne^Dver end. Cuz I^D'd take it with me when it did