Capo: 3rd fret
[Intro]
G D G A
[Verse 1]
D
Palm sweat and butterflies
Bm
Popsicles melting in Mid-July
G A
Lost in your baby blue eyes
D
Oh, season of wonder!
D
Cheap cologne, nervous laughs
Bm
How does anybody fall so fast?
G A
How my heart broke
D
It pounded like thunder
[Chorus]
G D
The fireworks are burning in your eyes
G A
Outshining all the stars up in the sky
D
What a thing to get myself into
Bm7
Here I am: Red, white and blue
G
Falling under
A D
Last American summer
[Verse 2]
D
Late nights, no regrets
Bm
Long talks, Marlboro Reds
G A
Can't get it out of my head
D
That our days arе numbered
D
Loaded car, lеaving slow
Bm
Where the hell does innocence go?
G A
How my heart broke
D
And these days I wonder
[Chorus]
G D
Are the fireworks still burning in your eyes?
G A
Still outshining all the stars up in the sky?
D
What a mess to get myself into
Bm7
Here I am: Red, white and blue
G
Falling under
A D
Last American summer
[Interlude]
G D Bm G A
[Bridge]
D
Shoebox memories from the past
Bm
Of young love gone by so fast
G A
I smile when I look back
D
At that last American summer
[Out-Chorus]
G D
And the fireworks are burning in your eyes!
G A
Outshining all the stars up in the sky
D
What a thing to get myself into
Bm7
Here I am: Red, white and blue
G
Falling under
A D Bm
Last American summer
G
Oh, falling under
A D
The last American summer
The palm sweat and butterflies
Popsicles melting in mid-July
Lost in your baby blue eyes
Oh, season of wonder
Cheap cologne, nervous laughs
How does anybody fall so fast?
How my heart broke
It pounded like thunder
The fireworks are burning in your eyes
Outshining all the stars up in the sky
What a thing to get myself into
Here I am, red, white and blue
Falling under
Last American summer
Late nights, no regrets
Long talks, Marlboro Reds
Can't get it out of my head
That our days are numbered
Loaded car, leaving slow
Where the hell does innocence go?
How my heart broke
And these days I wonder
Are the fireworks still burning in your eyes?
Still outshining all the stars up in the sky
What a mess to get myself into
Here I am, red, white and blue
Falling under
Last American summer
Shoebox memories from the past
A young love gone by so fast
I smile when I look back at that
Last American summer
And the fireworks are burning in your eyes
Outshining all the stars up in the sky
What a thing to get myself into
Here I am, red, white and blue
Falling under
The last American summer
Oh, falling under
The last American summer
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