INTRO:
D D Am7 Am7 G G D D
VERSE:
D
She was a hopeless romantic with a dirty mouth
G
But how I loved the way her tongue would curl her words so south
C
And she loved tracing the faded wings
G D
On the hood of that old jet-black, Pontiac Firebird
D
She had a couple years on me,
G
Didn't know that I was only eighteen and green
Never tasted anything she's about to pour on me
C G
She leaned in with that bottle, put it to her lips, she took a sip
D
And dripped out these words
CHORUS:
D
Honey child
Em7
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
C G
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on your whiskey wild
D
And make it taste just like honеy, child
VERSE:
D
Sometimes her whispеr fades in low
G
When that summer one-hit-wonder finds its way into my FM radio
C G
Still comes in clear, buzzin' in my ears, after all these years
D
Such a sweet, sweet sound (such a sweet, sweet sound)
CHORUS:
D
Honey child
Em7
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
C G
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on your whiskey wild
D D
And make it taste just like honеy, child
BREAK:
Em G
Woah woh woh
D D
I couldn't keep my hands off of her
Em G
Woah woh woh
C G
Still hangin' on to every single word
G
And she said
D D
Honey child
Am7
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
G G
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on your whiskey wild (whiskey wild)
CHORUS:
D
Honey child
Em
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
C G
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on your whiskey wild
D D
And make it taste just like honеy, child
C G
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
D D Am7
And make it taste like honey, child
Am G G D D
Ahhh honey chuld
OUTRO:
D
She called me honey child
Am7
She called me honey child
G
Yeah alright heh heh
D
She was making a man out of me
D
Pour it on me baby
D D Am7 Am7
Am G G
She called me honey child
D D
How sweet it was
D D Am7 Am7
G G D D
D Am Am G
Honey chiiiild-i-ild - FADE OUT
She was a hopeless romantic with a dirty mouth
But how I loved the way her tongue would curl her words so south
And she loved tracing the faded wings
On the hood of that old jet-black, Pontiac Firebird
She had a couple years on me, didn't know that I was only eighteen and green
Never tasted anything she's about to pour on me
She leaned in with that bottle, put it to her lips, took a sip
And dripped out these words
Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste just like honey, child
Sometimes her whisper fades in low
When that summer one-hit-wonder finds its way into my FM radio
Still comes in clear, buzzin' in my ears, after all these years
Such a sweet, sweet sound
Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
I couldn't keep my hands off of her
Still hangin' on to every single word
Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
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