Capo: 2nd fret
[Intro]
Am
Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
Am7
[Verse 1]
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A Am7
Growing up I, I was a real wild one,
Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
And I had the tendency to run around,
Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
Pretty wildly.
[Chorus]
Am7
And I had a go-kart
Am7 Am7 Am7
The dog chewed the handle off (Hell no)
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7
But it’s okay, I was a go-kart kid (Hell yeah)
[Verse 2]
Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
And we had a big, big yard,
Am7 Bm11/A Am7
That we ran around all day long, (Hell yeah),
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Bm11/A
And we lived really close to our granny and taid’s house,
Am7 Bm11/A Am7
Just the one hill away to be precise,
Am7 Bm11/A
Yes, it was nice.
[Verse 3]
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Bm11/A
And on snowy, snowy days, my taid would make,
Am7 Bm11/A Am7
A sledge for the girls from plastic and wood,
Am7
It was good,
[Bridge]
Am7 C D Am7 C D
(We were just girls in a field, growing into ladies),
Am7 C D Am7 C D
(And now we’re girls in a field, looking out for Sos).
[Verse 4]
Am7 C D Am7 C D
And thеre’s nothing that I hate more than wastе,
Am7 C D Am7 C D
Regardless of what it is, it’s still waste,
Am7 C D Am7 C D
And Craig does a nice, impression of,
Am7 C D Am7
A man who messaged me, and it goes a little like this,
[Interlude]
N.C.
(“Don’t call me a collector”) (Hell no).
[Outro]
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am
Capo: 2nd fret
[Intro]
Am
Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
Am7
[Verse 1]
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A Am7
Growing up I, I was a real wild one,
Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
And I had the tendency to run around,
Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
Pretty wildly.
[Chorus]
Am7
And I had a go-kart
Am7 Am7 Am7
The dog chewed the handle off (Hell no)
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7
But it’s okay, I was a go-kart kid (Hell yeah)
[Verse 2]
Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Am7 Am7 Bm11/A
And we had a big, big yard,
Am7 Bm11/A Am7
That we ran around all day long, (Hell yeah),
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Bm11/A
And we lived really close to our granny and taid’s house,
Am7 Bm11/A Am7
Just the one hill away to be precise,
Am7 Bm11/A
Yes, it was nice.
[Verse 3]
Am7 Bm11/A Am7 Bm11/A
And on snowy, snowy days, my taid would make,
Am7 Bm11/A Am7
A sledge for the girls from plastic and wood,
Am7
It was good,
[Bridge]
Am7 C D Am7 C D
(We were just girls in a field, growing into ladies),
Am7 C D Am7 C D
(And now we’re girls in a field, looking out for Sos).
[Verse 4]
Am7 C D Am7 C D
And thеre’s nothing that I hate more than wastе,
Am7 C D Am7 C D
Regardless of what it is, it’s still waste,
Am7 C D Am7 C D
And Craig does a nice, impression of,
Am7 C D Am7
A man who messaged me, and it goes a little like this,
[Interlude]
N.C.
(“Don’t call me a collector”) (Hell no).
[Outro]
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am C D
Am
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