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(James Abrahart/Keith Urban/Greg Wells)
Intro: G C Verse G C The rain is coming down tonight G I'm smiling looking at this photograph C I hear that song and I'm flying right back G To when we had it made C Every Friday night when the sun went down G D We'd be running them streets like we owned the town Pre-Chorus G C And I just can't let it go, no, I just can't let it go G C D I wonder if you ever think about it like I do G Seven kids on my two lane road C Had the guns on the radio Em D After all this time it still feels, feels so goodverse 2 G C Out of nowhere, it slipped away G And the rope by the river hangs silently\ C G And the town that I knew ain't nothing like it used to be G C Ah, I can't explain C They took all the color from the picture frame G D And the days got sold to the ? and the game Pre-Chorus G C And I just can't let it go, no, I just can't let it go G C D I wonder if you ever think about it like I do G Seven kids on my two lane road C Had the guns on the radio Em D After all this time it still feels, feels so goodG C When I think about those summer nights G Em D Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine G C Sipping on the local's spark of light C D Ain't it funny how the best days of my life G C G C Was all that wasted time, all that wasted timeBridge Hey, hey, now G Summer dresses rained on the hood of the car C G Only music that we had was out the left speaker G C We were living every second 'til the time ran out G C We had nothing but we had it allG C When I think about those summer nights G Em D Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine G C Sipping on the local's spark of light C D Ain't it funny how the best days of my life G C G C Was all that wasted time, all that wasted timeOutro G Hey, you know oh G C All that wasted time C Don't you feel it coming on back now G C G C G C Time, time, timeG C When I think about those summer nights G Em D Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine G C Sipping on the local's spark of light C D Ain't it funny how the best days of my life G C G C Was all that wasted time, all that wasted time