Tom: G
Introdução: G D Em C
G
Well, I remember Friday nights,
Em
We were full of bull and natural light
D C
Rock stars under the parking lot lights
G
Killin' time in a little town
Em D
Window's tinted up, tailgates down Running our mouths, riding up and down
C
Just looking for a fight
Em D C
We heard all our stories a thousand times
Em D C
Somebody go on and tell 'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind
G D
Here's to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise
Em C
And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight,
G D
To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told
Em C
And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
Em D C
Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget
G D Em C
VERSE 2
G Em
Like I still smell the crawfish stand, diving head first in the morning
drink
D C
Standing in the lake watching water skis go by,
G Em
Got a pretty girl sitting on my shoulders and another pretty girl trying to
push her over
D C
My boys on the bank letting the horse shoes fly
Em D C Em D C
Well, I can still see it now, all of us pilin' in our trucks and heading
back into town
G D
Here's to last call when we didn't care, holding' our shots up in the air
Em C
A bunch of reckless boys, man I swear, it's a wonder we survived
G D
To the trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told
Em C
And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
Em D C
Here's to the nights we don't remember
Em D C
Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget