Chords for Friends We Won't Forget
Tempo:
86.95 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Fm
Ab
Db
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab]
[Eb] [Fm]
[Ab] I remember Friday nights we were full of bull and natural [Eb] light, rock stars near the parking
little [Fm] town, windows tinted up, tailgates [Eb] down, running
up and down, [Ab] just looking for a fight.
stories a [Db] thousand times, [Fm] somebody go [Eb] on and tell them again, [Ab] ain't
good old [Eb] boys, the guitars that made the [Fm] noise, and all the girls that we
annoyed, [Db] and the ones we [Bb] kissed goodnight, [Ab] and to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the
[Eb] [Fm]
[Ab] I remember Friday nights we were full of bull and natural [Eb] light, rock stars near the parking
little [Fm] town, windows tinted up, tailgates [Eb] down, running
up and down, [Ab] just looking for a fight.
stories a [Db] thousand times, [Fm] somebody go [Eb] on and tell them again, [Ab] ain't
good old [Eb] boys, the guitars that made the [Fm] noise, and all the girls that we
annoyed, [Db] and the ones we [Bb] kissed goodnight, [Ab] and to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the
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Eb
Fm
Ab
Db
Bb
Eb
Fm
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ I remember Friday nights we were full of bull and natural [Eb] light, rock stars near the parking
[Ab] lot lights, _ _ killing time in a little [Fm] town, windows tinted up, tailgates [Eb] down, running
the miles, riding up and down, [Ab] just looking for a fight.
_ [Fm] We heard [Eb] all the stories a [Db] thousand times, [Fm] somebody go [Eb] on and tell them again, [Ab] ain't
nobody gonna mind.
Here's to the good old [Eb] boys, the guitars that made the [Fm] noise, and all the girls that we
annoyed, [Db] and the ones we [Bb] kissed goodnight, [Ab] and to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the
secrets we never [Fm] told, and all the talks on all dirt [Db] roads that somehow changed our lives.
Here's [F] to the nights we [Eb]
don't [Db] remember, and the friends we [Ab] won't forget.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ Like I still smell the crawfish stain, diving head first in a morning drink, standing up
watching water [Db] skis go by.
I [Eb] got a pretty [Ab] girl sitting on my shoulders, and another pretty girl trying to push her
over, my boys on the back, letting the [Db] horseshoes fly.
_ _ [Fm] Well [Eb] I can still [Db] see it now, _ _ [Fm] all of [Eb] us piling in our [Db] trucks, heading back into town.
[Ab] Here's to the good old [Eb] boys, the guitars that made the [Fm] noise, and all the girls that we
annoyed, [Db] and the ones we kissed goodnight, [Ab] and to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the secrets
we never [Fm] told, and all the talks on all dirt [Db] roads that somehow changed our lives.
Here's [Fm] to the nights we [Eb]
don't [Db] remember, and the friends we [Ab] won't forget. _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Here's to the last calls when we didn't care, holding our shots up in the air, [Fm] a bunch of
reckless boys, man I [Db] swear, it's a wonder we [Ab] survived.
And to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the secrets we never told, and [Fm] all the talks on
all dirt [Db] roads that somehow changed our lives.
Here's [Fm] to the nights we [Eb] don't [Db] remember, and here's [Fm] to the nights [Eb] we don't [Db] [Ab] remember, and
the friends we won't forget.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ I remember Friday nights we were full of bull and natural [Eb] light, rock stars near the parking
[Ab] lot lights, _ _ killing time in a little [Fm] town, windows tinted up, tailgates [Eb] down, running
the miles, riding up and down, [Ab] just looking for a fight.
_ [Fm] We heard [Eb] all the stories a [Db] thousand times, [Fm] somebody go [Eb] on and tell them again, [Ab] ain't
nobody gonna mind.
Here's to the good old [Eb] boys, the guitars that made the [Fm] noise, and all the girls that we
annoyed, [Db] and the ones we [Bb] kissed goodnight, [Ab] and to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the
secrets we never [Fm] told, and all the talks on all dirt [Db] roads that somehow changed our lives.
Here's [F] to the nights we [Eb]
don't [Db] remember, and the friends we [Ab] won't forget.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ Like I still smell the crawfish stain, diving head first in a morning drink, standing up
watching water [Db] skis go by.
I [Eb] got a pretty [Ab] girl sitting on my shoulders, and another pretty girl trying to push her
over, my boys on the back, letting the [Db] horseshoes fly.
_ _ [Fm] Well [Eb] I can still [Db] see it now, _ _ [Fm] all of [Eb] us piling in our [Db] trucks, heading back into town.
[Ab] Here's to the good old [Eb] boys, the guitars that made the [Fm] noise, and all the girls that we
annoyed, [Db] and the ones we kissed goodnight, [Ab] and to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the secrets
we never [Fm] told, and all the talks on all dirt [Db] roads that somehow changed our lives.
Here's [Fm] to the nights we [Eb]
don't [Db] remember, and the friends we [Ab] won't forget. _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Here's to the last calls when we didn't care, holding our shots up in the air, [Fm] a bunch of
reckless boys, man I [Db] swear, it's a wonder we [Ab] survived.
And to the trucks that drove us [Eb] home, the secrets we never told, and [Fm] all the talks on
all dirt [Db] roads that somehow changed our lives.
Here's [Fm] to the nights we [Eb] don't [Db] remember, and here's [Fm] to the nights [Eb] we don't [Db] [Ab] remember, and
the friends we won't forget.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
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