Chords for Butch Walker & The Black Widows - "Summer of '89"

I'm making a music [D] video [A] for Butch, Butch Walker.
[Abm] What sort of set do you run?
_ [A] Hopefully I let the set run itself.
When I get a beer I relax, and if it's a Peroni I relax even more.
All right, I'm ready to go if you guys are.
Where is he?
[Gb] Is he in here?
Give me the microphone, kid.
[D] Thanks.
Get over there and slate this.
[A] How many musicians you got?
One, two, three, four.
Come on, slate it, kid, for Christ's sake.
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Changing strings, banging on things
[N] Couple of girls from the [E] school
We'd listen [Bb] to Kiss, we'd rock its fist
[Dm] Acting like Saturday's fools
Learned how to [D] smoke, told dirty jokes
[A] Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them, some Irish toaster
Especially now that I'm old
And at 45, with husbands that don't like their [D] wives
Three or four kids making us be so vile
In the paper mill, chopped [A] by the teen heart
[E] Fraud, but I'll be playing in bands until the end
[A] Can I go back to when I was the winner
Way before [E] the rain came and washed [A] away the sinner
Everyone was something and nothing was done [E] right or wrong
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_ _ [A] _ Smothering the cover [D] of the 69 [A] Summer
Played through a [E] speaker of fuzz
[A] Nobody knew Brian Adams wasn't [E] cool
The TV just told me [A] he was
Always heard the sound, get me out of this town
Resonated clear [E] in my head
[A] Chuck ran away with a gear and the drugs
You know I'm pretty sure that he's dead
[D] Only 46 and a lone cat, [E] the heaviest stone
[D] Suburban [A] cover band playing back to [E] the bone
In [D] a bathtub of meth, [A] you can smell your own death
You [E] know when you can't look him past in the eye
Can [A] I go back to when I was the winner
Way before the rain came and washed away the sinner
Everyone was something and I could [E] never do any wrong
Went _ _
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_ _ [A] _ back _ to the woods where I hid all my goods
In a rusted [Eb] out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic and fall [Ab] for the hat trick
Thinking it'll be like before
[A] Like a football jock trying to please their pops
And [G] stone the safe and everything that bad uncles taught
[A] And the teachers who cared more than I ever knew
[Em] And you were playing clubs and let me sleep through school
I'm a day job boss, you were brought up as a law
You let [G] me leave when I wanted and I never got caught
[A] Sleeping hot on the field, in the back of my truck
[G] Breaking into the bars, steal the beer and get [A] fucked by
Watch my age, make me minimum wage, put a [G] taint line
You can't get a taste, [A] this is what I've become
This is all I've become
Way too out of tone
Way _ too out of tone
Can _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I go back to when I was the winner
Way before [E] the rain came and washed away the sinner
Everyone [A] was someone that I could never do [E] any wrong
Oh, oh
[D] Whoa, _ _ [E] whoa, [A]
whoa, [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [A] whoa
Yo, what do you stop for?
_ It's not a short song