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 |
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 
| 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
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