Тональность

A    E/G#    F#m   D
…………………

[Verse 1]
              A                             E/G#
You can hide the small talk, you can hide the hate
                  F#m                                        D
You can hide the check your phone each time you get a little break
                     A                        E/G#
And you can hide the lonely, you can hide the pain
                 F#m                       E               D
You can hide the TV full of stations that tell you how to think

[Chorus]
         A                                E/G#      
But the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
      F#m                          D         E 
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack…….
            A                              E/G#   
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, bat for a baseball with my brother
            F#m                       D         E          A
First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back

[Post-Chorus]
             E/G#
Oh oh oh oh, …..oh-oh-oh-oh
F#m                D
…..Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

[Verse 2]
                       A                       E/G#
You can take away the judgment, take away the meanings
                  F#m                             E             D
And take away the wasting time on things you won’t care about in years
                   A                     E/G#
And take away the trauma, take away the shame
                   F#m                               D                      
And take away your broken heart but just don’t take away

[Chorus]
     A                                E/G#      
The smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
       F#m                          D
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
            A                               E/G#
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, bat for a baseball with my brother
             F#m                      D         E         A
First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back

[Post-Chorus]
              E/G#  
Oh oh oh oh, …..oh-oh-oh-oh
F#m                D
…..Oh-oh-oh-oh…..

[Bridge]
        F#m           
And sometimes I want the world I knew
      D
When all it took to get me through
     A
Was half a tank, nothing planned
E
Parking lots

[Chorus]
         A                                E/G# 
But the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
      F#m                           D    E   F#m     E/G#
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack…………………
            A                               E/G# 
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, bat for a baseball with my brother
             F#m                      D         E         A 
First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back

[Post-Chorus]
              E/G#
Oh oh oh oh, …..oh-oh-oh-oh 
F#m                 D      E           A
…..Oh-oh-oh-oh, ……I want that back
              E/G#
Oh oh oh oh, …..oh-oh-oh-oh
F#m                 D      E          
…..Oh-oh-oh-oh, ……I want that back