Summer Of 89 Chords by Butch Walker | Songsterr Tabs with Rhythm

Standard (EADGBE)

Ao-ohD-oDooAhh

Ao-ohE-oEooAhh

AChanging strings,

DAnd banging on things

AA couple of girls from the Eschool

AWould listen to KISS

D(With rockets for fists)

AActing like ESaturdays Afool

ALearned how to smoke,

DTold dirty jokes

ATalked about loose girls from ERome

AI made out with most of them

DSo I raised a toast to them

AEspecially Enow that I'm A(old)

And they're D45 with husbands who don'tA like theirE wives

D3 or 4 kids, make Aenough to Esurvive

DIn their paper mill jobs

AWhile their teen heartthrobs

EAre playing in bands

EOr they're dead

Can I go Aback to when

DI was the winner

AWay before the rain came

EAnd washed away the sinners

AEveryone was something and

DNothing was done right or Ewrong-ooh

(intro)

Bridge

like the football jocks...etc

the whole lyrics:

Changing strings,

And banging on things

A couple of girls from the school

Would listen to KISS

(With rockets for fists)

Acting like saturdays fool

Learned how to smoke,

Told dirty jokes

Talked about loose girls from Rome

I made out with most of them

So I raised a toast to them

Especially now that I'm (old)

And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives

3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive

In their paper mill jobs

While their teen heartthrobs

Are playing in bands

Or they're dead

Can I go back to when

I was the winner

Way before the rain came

And washed away the sinners

Everyone was something and

Nothing was done right or wrong

Smothering the cover of a '69 summer

Played through a speaker of fuzz

Nobody knew bryan adams wasn't cool

The TV just told me he was

Always heard the sound get me out of this town

Resonating clear on my head

Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs

I'm pretty sure that he's dead

Or he's 46 and alone,

Cast the heaviest stone,

Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone

In a bath tub of meth

You can smell your own death

you know when you can't look the past in the eye

Can I just go back to when

I was the winner

Way before the rain came

And washed away the sinners

Everyone was something

(And I could never do any wrong)

Went back to the woods

Where I hid all my goods

In a rusted out cadillac door

we all get nostalgic

And fall for the hat trick

Of thinking it'll be like before

Like the football jocks

Trying to please their pops

And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught

And the teachers who cared

More than I ever knew,

And knew I played clubs

Let me sleep through school

And my day job boss

Who wrote it up as a loss

But let me leave when i wanted and I never got caught

Sleeping out on the field

In the back of my truck

Breaking into the bars

Steal the beer and getting fucked

By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage

But the tan lines were good

And she had a good face

Is this what I've become

Is this all I've become

When do I become,

I want to go back to when

I was the winner

Way before the rain came

And washed away the sinners

Everyone was someone and

And I could never do any wrong