Written by Joel Plaskett
Fiddle Intro: | D7 D7sus4 | X2 | G C G D G C G D C G D G | G C D7 | I closed my eyes in Dartmouth, woke up behind the wheel | G C D7 | A mason jar of memories and four black tires squeal | Am7 Em Am7 Em | The first and last time that we spoke, you were lighting up a smoke D | Dsus4 | And shit was real! | G C D7 | The Prisonaires were singing ā??Just Walking in the Rainā? | G C D7 | Thatā??s how we got to Memphis and we made it home again | Am7 Em Am7 Em | Down the highway that I dream, with my blue eyes closed Iā??ve seen D | Dsus4 | Beyond the frame!| G C D7 | From a gas station in Texas, to the Bay of Fundy mud |G C D7 My mind it goes a-wandering with the whisky in my blood | Am7 Em Am Em | Remembering the chance we had after the dance | D |G Before the flood gates opened.... C D7 | ...Reality came rushing in |G C D7 | Drowning out the past and chasing it with gin |Am7 Em Am Em | Iā??ll find that place again, but let me first explain D | Dsus4 | Where do I begin? Chorus; |D7 D7sus4 X1 | |G C D7 | We picked up the sticks, gave it all we got | G C D7 | The only time I liked playing hockey was in the liquor store parking lot | Am7 Em Am7 Em | On Hollis Street downtown, before they tore it down, D | Dsus4 | I took a shot! Chorus X2| G C | Oh the good times we had, I remember them, lads |G D | Dsus4 | We could take any turn on a dime |G C | Quit reminding me, girl, Itā??s a ragged old world |G D C | Cause I donā??t want to leave it behind |G D G | No, I donā??t want to leave it behind