Old Best Friend Cifras

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Tradin my phone for the road again
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singin my songs with an old best friend
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runnin around with a childs mind
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a man gets lucky on a couple of times
 
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G                       Cmaj7 G
Chewin bubble gum called nicorette
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I wonder why my ache hasnt left me yet
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I'll be back before you know
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so dont you worry about the grass being mowed
 
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so we packed our bags
    G
and hit the road
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singin all the way to ohio
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singin my song with an old best friend
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hopin that the world dont end
 
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From Salt Lake City to the upstate town
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a man either learns to swim or he learns to drown
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I never put value in the money scheme
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I traded my college education for a song to sing
 
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well I hope my baby it can see the truth
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I'm chasin my feather like a man should do
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one days comin but the next days here
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you never get a hand thats fair
 
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Draggin my body from east to west
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lookin for somethin havent found it yet
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well i cant see forward cuz it disappears
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so i look into the moment and it all comes clear
 
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And if we never make it back to the beehive state
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From gunshot flood to hurricane
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puts a pretty price on our heads to take
D
well meet you where the souls gonna pay
no way
 
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