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G C
We were burning in a '94 Corolla,
G C
3 hours deep into South Dakota.
G C
I was workin' on a lukewarm Coca-Cola
G C
In the dog days of July.
G C
And my dad was a Superman stick shift driver,
G C
Stay at home Lois Lane beside him,
G C
Kissing to the rhythm of the billboard signs,
G C
As they went blurring by.
D
And even when he would stop to pull over,
He never took his hand off of her shoulder...
C G
You can see for miles,
Em
You can reach the dials,
D
Sit back and smile from the front seat.
C G
You can chase the sun,
Em D
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet.
C G
When you're sitting shotgun,
Em D
You're sitting pretty and free.
C D G
But you learn to love from the backseat.
C G C
G C
So late one day and I'm rolling along,
G C
With a part time job and blue pom-poms,
G C
Like every day's a knock off Mellencamp song,
G C
With his hand right on my knee.
G C
We made the age old prom night promise,
G C
Put the corsage right where I want it.
G C
And we found a road with nobody on it,
G C
And we didn't stop to think.
D
And I didn't care when he killed the motor,
Shut off the lights and we climbed over.
C G
You can see for miles,
Em
You can reach the dials,
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D
Sit back and smile from the front seat.
C G
You can chase the sun,
Em D
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet.
C G
When you're sitting shotgun,
Em D
You're sitting pretty and free.
C D C
But you learn to love from the backseat.
Em D
C
Up here I see it clear through the rear-view
D
It's good to take the back seat
C D
When you get to
C G
You can see for miles,
Em
You can reach the dials,
D
Sit back and smile from the front seat.
C G
You can chase the sun,
Em D
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet.
C G
When you're sitting shotgun,
Em D
You're sitting pretty and free.
C D
But you learn to love...
C G
You can see for miles,
Em
You can reach the dials,
D
Sit back and smile from the front seat.
C G
You can chase the sun,
Em D
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet.
C G
When you're sitting shotgun,
Em D
You're sitting pretty and free.
C D G
But you learn to love from the backseat.
C G C
G C
We were burning in a '94 Corolla,
G C
3 hours deep into South Dakota.
G C G
I was workin' on a lukewarm Coca-Cola
