17 Year Old Problems

Capo: 4th fret
 
[Intro]
C
 
 
[Verse 1]
C
How in the world were we
                         G
Supposed to memorize our fake IDs?
                             Am
I thought your dad was gonna kick my ass
                                F
When we missed your curfew by a song and a half
F
He was so damn mad
    C
Mr. Lester's class
                              G
Ain't got a clue how, but somehow, I passed
                                 Am
Friday night light butterflies until game time
                               F
Trying not to trip when we ran through that sign
F
It was 1999
 
 
[Chorus]
           C                    G               Am    F
Now I'm supposed to know how to smile without a drink
           C                 G                   Am    F
And we got broken dreams and bills to pay that I can’t
       C                G
All we buried then were dogs
        Am         F
Now I'm burying my dad
          C                    Am   F
I want my 17 year old problems back
          C  G                 C
I want my 17 year old problems back
 
 
[Verse 2]
C
Where were we gonna stay
C
When we went down to gulf shores that week of spring break?
G                               Am
I got a little jealous when you danced with that dude
                              F
Scraping the floorboard for a buck in change or two
F
For some waffle house food
 
 
[Chorus]
           C                    G               Am    F
Now I'm supposed to know how to take care of my mother
              C                    G                Am      F
And it's been ten years since I've talked to my big brother
          C               G            Am7               C
I used to love to sing on Sundays, now they just make me sad
             G                 Am7  F
I want my 17 year old problems back
                C  G                 C
Yeah, I want my 17 year old problems back
 
 
[Bridge]
              G
Trying to fit two more twelves
F                 C
In the back of my blazer
         G                  F                     C
Praying "Lord, please help 'Bama beat the Florida Gators"
         G/B     Am         G
Where to hide my wintergreen
                   F
Where to work when summer came
          Am                     G  F
Wondering if we were gonna break up
                         G
Or try the long distance thing
 
 
[Out-Chorus]
          C                 G                  Am    F
Now I'm supposed to know so many things that I don't
        C               G                       Am    F
Lord, I try to close my eyes at night, but they won't
            C               G
She used to pick me up from practice
          Am                 F
Now she's pickin' me up from rehab
          C                    Am   F
I want my 17 year old problems back
          C  G            C
I want my 17 year old problems back