2 acessos
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. Em And even when he would stop to pull over, D 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. Em And I didn't care when he killed the motor, D Shut off the lights and we climbed over. 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 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