Superstitious 17 Chords by Granger Smith

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[Db] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Fm] So many cars [Ab] passing me by.
I couldn't miss that [Eb] new truck. _ _ _
[Ab] _ Chevrolet 92, single [Fm] cab, [Ab] midnight blue.
Nerf, Barth, Grill, Garden, [Eb] all my types.
And it took [Gb] me back in time like a [Db] trip, when I had one just like [Gb] it.
Her and her jeans in the bench [Eb] seat laughing. _
I remember when we were [Ab] singing.
Zing rewind on a [Eb] Saturday night, [Fm] and a soft Chevy [Db] radio light.
My [Ab] hands traveling her [Eb] like Everett, back [Fm] row, [Ab] slow on the curves.
I can't forget how it [Eb] made me feel, counting [Fm] stars through the crack windshield.
[Gb] Rabbit's foot hanging from the [Db] mirror, holding my breath,
crossing my [Fm] fingers, living every [Ab] moment like everything would [Db] always be.
So [Bbm] lucky love, [Eb] superstitious [Ab] 17.
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[Ab] Every shooting star in the sky, every [Fm] time I'd run a yellow [Ab] light,
I'd get a little kiss for good luck.
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[Db] And I [Ab] need it all I [Eb] can get.
When you're [Fm] young and in love like [Ab] that, our only time alone was in that truck.
[Eb] And I [Gb] was stuck and on second [Db] base.
It wasn't just a game we [Gb] played.
To me, it was real.
I could [Eb] taste the salt in her kiss.
I couldn't resist.
When we [Ab] sang, Zing rewind on a Saturday night, [Fm] and a soft Chevy [Db] radio light.
My [Ab] hands traveling her [Eb] like Everett, back [Fm] row, slow on the [Db] curves.
I [Ab] can't forget how it [Eb] made me feel, counting [Fm] stars through the crack windshield.
[Gb] _ Rabbit's foot hanging from the [Db] mirror, holding my breath,
crossing my fingers, [Eb] living every [Ab] moment like everything would always [Db] be.
So [Bbm] lucky love, [Eb] [Ab] superstitious 17.
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[Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[Db] And now my [Fm] life's so black and white, [Eb] I wish I lived every day like I was [Ab] singing.
Zing rewind on a Saturday night, [Fm] and a soft Chevy [Db] radio light.
My [Ab] hands traveling her [Eb] like Everett, back row, slow on the [Db] curve.
I [Ab] can't forget how it [Eb] made me feel, counting [Fm] stars through the crack windshield.
[Gb] Rabbit's foot hanging from the [Db] mirror, holding my breath,
crossing my [Bbm] fingers, living every [Ab] moment like everything would [Db] always be.
So [Bbm] lucky love, [Eb] superstitious [Ab] 17. _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ Superstitious [Db] 17.
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