C EM F C
I was sitting here thinking bout me and big ricketts smoking cigirettes down on the levy.
C EM F G
Talking bout who’s hot who’s not, big blocks, pontiacs olds and chevys.
C G F G
I remember him packing that van for atlanta, his daddy found a better way.
F G
Ain’t seen him in forever so heres to forever nothing gets better with age.
C G F
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs.
G C G F
nothing gets me like they get me when they hit me I’m gone
C
with a smile on back to the old page from the old days
F C F
if your with me get your glass raised and sing along
G C
To old friends old whiskey and old songs
C EM F C
I can still see my baby’s, blue eyes shine and singing brown eyed girl off key
C EM F G
and hanging with the gang after that big game with my jersey number on her cheek
C G F G
passed around a bottle that we dug from the bottom of a chest in my buddies barn
F G
back when life was nothing buzzin and a lovin and banging on cheap guitars
C G F
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs.
G C G F
nothing gets me like they get me when they hit me I’m gone
C
with a smile on back to the old page from the old days
F C F
if your with me get your glass raised and sing along
G C
To old friends old whiskey and old songs
C EM F C
Most of my rowdy friends ain’t rowdied on down just yet
C EM F G
they still like to rock and roll all night
C G F G
probably never lose our way to margaritaville and were always going to wanna get high
F G
singing bye bye miss american pie
C G F
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs.
G C G F
nothing gets me like they get me when they hit me I’m gone
C
with a smile on back to the old page from the old days
F C F
if your with me get your glass raised and sing along
G C
To old friends old whiskey and old songs
