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Back When Gas Was Thirty Cents A Gallon

Höfundur lags: Tom T. Hall Flytjandi: Tom T. Hall Sent inn af: Anonymous

[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
[G7]America was young and strong and [C]brave
[F]Lord knows that I didn't have much [C]money
[G7]And my old car had seen some better days
[F]You were young and fresh as brand new [C]roses
[G7]I was so in love and strong and [C]brave

[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
[G7]And love was only sixty cents [C]away
I [G7]don't think I'd know you if I'd [F]s-ee [C]you  
[F]I practice my [C]forgetting till it [G7]works
[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
I [G7]didn't know the meaning of [C]hurt

[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
[G7]And sweet magnolias line those country [C]roads
[F]We burned a tank of love most every [C]weekend
[G7]And on work days I helped 'em fix the roads
[F]My friends were many and our dreams were [C]certain
[G7]Whoever thought we'd go our separate [C]ways
[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
And [G7]love was only sixty cents [C]away

I [G7]don't think I'd know you if I'd [F]s-ee [C]you  
[F]I practice my [C]forgetting till it [G7]works
[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
I [G7]didn't know the meaning of [C]hurt
[F]Back when gas was thirty cents a [C]gallon
And [G7]love was only sixty cents [C]away


Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
America was young and strong and brave
Lord knows that I didn't have much money
And my old car had seen some better days
You were young and fresh as brand new roses
I was so in love and strong and brave

Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
And love was only sixty cents away
I don't think I'd know you if I'd s-ee you
I practice my forgetting till it works
Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
I didn't know the meaning of hurt

Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
And sweet magnolias line those country roads
We burned a tank of love most every weekend
And on work days I helped 'em fix the roads
My friends were many and our dreams were certain
Whoever thought we'd go our separate ways
Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
And love was only sixty cents away

I don't think I'd know you if I'd s-ee you
I practice my forgetting till it works
Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
I didn't know the meaning of hurt
Back when gas was thirty cents a gallon
And love was only sixty cents away

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