Georgia Clay Chords

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Capo 2


C#m B A E 2x

Verse 1
E
Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?
        C#m   
And the here and now just fades to black
                   A
When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine
             B
Man, it hits me
      E
Seventeen years old running on dumb luckaa
          C#m  E-
Spent the whole damn summer,.-
C#m
Living in that truck
          A
Them old tires still covered in that mud
A
Like it sticks with me, in my blood

Chorus
                B      A         B      A       
When life was nothing more than living for the night
                 B      A          B      A       C#m
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
          B               A
Good old days don’t wash away
A
Just like that Georgia Clay

C#m B A E

Verse 2
E
Only one of my friends with a Fake I.D.
   C#m
It made the hometown celebrity
        A
Used to put her in park in a vacant lot
A
And I still can’t believe we never got caught

Chorus
               B       A          B     A
When life was nothing more than living for the night
                B       A          B      A        C#m  
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
          B               A
Good old days don’t wash away
A 
Just like that Georgia clay

C#m B A B A

Bridge
A                  C#m B A B A
All over everything,          every last memory

C#m B A B F#
F#                    A
Man it’s all coming back to me…

B A E

          B                     A        E
Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?

Chorus
               B        A         B    A 
When life was nothing more than living for the night
                B       A          B      A       C#m
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
          B               A 
Good old days don’t wash away
C#m        B                        A
Man, some things they just don’t change
A
Just like that Georgia clay

C#m B A E
E                  C#m B A E
All over everything,         every last memory,

C#m B A E

E                          C#m B A E
It’s all coming back to me