Butch Walker - Summer Of 89 Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
Ao-ohD-oDooAhh Ao-ohE-oEooAhh AChanging strings, DAnd banging on things AA couple of girls from the Eschool AWould listen to KISS

D

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

Bridge

<for this="" part="" i="" fret="" the="" a="" chord="" and="" heavily="" mute="" it,="" there="" are="" obvious="" leads="" behind="" it="" but="" haven't="" figured="" them="" out="" yet=""> 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 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

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

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