This is my the first Song I've Chord'ed on here, Leave me your comments please.
Capo on the 2nd Fret
A
INTRO
A
She was sitting cross-legged on the hood of a Ford,
Filing down her nails with an emery board.
E7
Talking with friends about people they knew,
And all of the things that young girls do.
A
When she said 'You see that guy in the baseball cap.
I'd like to spend sometime with a boy like that.'
E7
And Betty said 'I've see him at the hardware store,
I think his name is Billy, but I'm not sure.'
A
And as they talked a little while, he passed by,
She smiled at him, he just said Hi.
E7
He was thinking to himself as he walked away:
'Man, I'd like to find a girl like her someday.'
D A
Young love, strong love.
E A
True love, it's a new love.
D
They're gonna make it through the hard times,
A
And walk those lines.
E7 A
Yeah, these ties'll bind young love.
A
Well she just couldn't stop herself from thinking 'bout him,
And at a store downtown, she saw him again.
E7
She had both hands full, he held open the door,
He said 'My name is Billy, I've seen you before.'
A
'Can I help you with these? Can I give you a ride?
Can I take you out on Saturday night?'
E7
She didn't have to say what she was feeling inside,
He could see the answer, shining in her eyes.
D A
Young love, strong love.
E A
True love, it's a new love.
D
They're gonna make it through the hard times,
A
And walk those lines.
E7 A
Yeah, these ties'll bind young love.
A
Well from that day on, you couldn't keep them apart,
They were side by side, and heart to heart.
E7
And Momma cried as Billy slipped a ring on her hand,
When the baby was born, she was crying again.
A
Well he worked real hard and put some money down,
On a little old house at the edge of town.
E7
That night as he held her he couldn't believe,
That God had made a girl that he'd never ever leave.
D A
Young love, strong love.
E A
True love, it's a new love.
D
They're gonna make it through the hard times,
A
And walk those lines.
E7 A
Yeah, these ties'll bind young love.
A
She was sitting cross legged on the hood of a Ford,
Filing down her nails with an emery board.
