Memory Machine

Intro 
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It's older than that water tower we used to paint our names 
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Shakes at sixty miles an hour, never missed a home team game 
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Still kind of smells like wintergreen and empty cans of beer 
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It's got dirt on me from every street it's rolled down around here 
 

 
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There's a couple letters missing but you can make out Chevrolet 
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The paint is faded now but it shined up back in the day 
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Every time I turn that key it's summertime and I'm seventeen 
Dm7                       F     G        C 
I swear this old Silverado is a memory machine 
 

 
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I was fifteen minutes early picking her up for our first date 
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Her dad was pissed when I got her back home an hour late 
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Smelled like her for a couple days, sometimes it still does 
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Guess some things are built to last and some things are built to rust 
 

 
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There's a couple letters missing but you can make out Chevrolet 
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The paint is faded now but it shined up back in the day 
      Am               G                 F               C/E 
Every time I turn that key she's sitting in that shotgun seat 
Dm7                       F     G        C 
I swear this old Silverado is a memory machine 
 

 
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Dad ain't around to fix it now so he passed it down to me 
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But he's still stitched in this thing like the leather in these seats 
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I can hear him say don't punch the clutch and ease up on that gas 
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Every time I grind these gears I swear I hear him laugh 



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There's a couple letters missing but you can make out Chevrolet 
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The paint is faded now but it shined up back in the day 
      Am               G            F                  C 
Every time I turn that key I'm back home in East Tennessee 
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He's letting me drive, sitting on his knee 
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I swear this old Silverado is a memory machine