Capo: 2nd fret [Intro Riff] -> played at the beginning, between Chorus and Verse 2 and at the end e|-------------------------------| B|-------------------------------| G|-------------------------------| D|-----4s6-4-2-------4s6-4-2-----| A|-2-----------6-2-----------6-2-| E|---0-------------0-------------| [Verse 1] E G#m If you take a left right there at the end of Preston Road A C#m You'll reach a house that was my first idea of somewhere I'd call home E G#m Can't remember every detail but there's certain things that stick A C#m Like how my mama taught me manners and papa taught me how to fish E G#m Off of exit 315 me and my buddies used to hang A C#m Starting fires and making trouble, hit the mud after it'd rain [Chorus] C#m E There's a lingering nostalgia in the air A C#m Memories of the old mе everywherе G#m This little town that made me A Will forever bare my youth C#m A But I was never destined to build roots E No, I'm just passing through [Verse 2] E Funny how the times have changed G#m Gone is grass that used to grow A Hell, it seems like yesterday C#m Her eyes were all I'd ever know E Sometimes I miss those simple days G#m Four wheel drives and red clay roads A Reminiscing's so much clearer C#m Reflecting through my rear view mirror [Chorus] C#m E There's a lingering nostalgia in the air A C#m Memories of the old mе everywherе G#m This little town that made me A Will forever bare my youth C#m A But I was never destined to build roots E No, I'm just passing through [Instrumental] G#m A C#m A C#m G#m A C#m A [Chorus] C#m E There's a lingering nostalgia in the air A C#m Memories of the old mе everywherе G#m This little town that made me A Will forever bare my youth C#m A But I was never destined to build roots E No, I'm just passing through
If you take a left right there At the end of Preston Road You'll reach a house that was my first idea Of somewhere I'd call home Can't remember every detail But there are certain things that stick Like how my mama taught me manners And papa taught me how to fish Off of Exit 315 Me and my buddies used to hang Starting fires and making trouble Hit the mud after it'd rain There's a lingering nostalgia in the air Memories of the old me everywhere This little town that made me Will forever bare my youth But I was never destined to build roots No, I'm just passing through Funny how the times have changed Gone is grass that used to grow Hell, it seems like yesterday Her eyes were all I'd ever know Sometimes I miss those simple days Four wheel drives and red clay roads Reminiscing's so much clearer Reflecting through my rear view mirror There's a lingering nostalgia in the air Memories of the old me everywhere This little town that made me Will forever bare my youth But I was never destined to build roots No, I'm just passing through There's a lingering nostalgia in the air Memories of the old me everywhere This little town that made me Will forever bare my youth But I was never destined to build roots No, I'm just passing through
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