Capo 3 fret
[Verse 1]
G
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a little stuck in high school
I rose coloredā
thoseā
memories with drugā
store sunglasses
Cadd9
I never liked warm beerā
or cigarettes
G
But I liked watching the smoke clear the highāschoolāfence
G
Iāam a self-describedāblack sheep, aāself-denying sinner
Raised by a village of my peers in the back seats of used cars
Cadd9
It took a long time for my feet to reach the floor
G
But when they finally did I was ready for the world
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
What you get in the cradle, you keep till the grave
D Cadd9 G
Some good men may be born they said, the better ones are made
Em Cadd9
So you try on every shoe and you stand in every shadow
Em Cadd9
Hope you find yourself somewhere between the first pew and the back row
Am C
But you’re always carrying around that kid
D Cadd9
Whose picture’s in the hallway, eighteen and graduating
D Cadd9
Did you ever make those dreams come true
G
Or is a kid still waiting?
Is a kid still waiting?
[Verse 2]
G
God bless the linoleum table in my daddy’s kitchen
If he was scared, he’d never tell, but I sure as hell did listen
Cadd9
And it don’t matter how many prayers ever came off my lips
G
I still learned how to curse just like he did
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
What you get in the cradle, you keep till the grave
D Cadd9 G
Some good men may be born they said, the better ones are made
Em Cadd9
So you try on every shoe and you stand in every shadow
Em Cadd9
Hope you find yourself somewhere between the first pew and the back row
Am C
But you’re always carrying around that kid
D Cadd9
Whose picture’s in the hallway, eighteen and graduating
D Cadd9
Did you ever make those dreams come true
G
Or is a kid still waiting?
G
I’ll be the first to admit
N.C.
I’m a little stuck in high school
Capo 3 fret
[Verse 1]
G
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a little stuck in high school
I rose coloredā
thoseā
memories with drugā
store sunglasses
Cadd9
I never liked warm beerā
or cigarettes
G
But I liked watching the smoke clear the highāschoolāfence
G
Iāam a self-describedāblack sheep, aāself-denying sinner
Raised by a village of my peers in the back seats of used cars
Cadd9
It took a long time for my feet to reach the floor
G
But when they finally did I was ready for the world
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
What you get in the cradle, you keep till the grave
D Cadd9 G
Some good men may be born they said, the better ones are made
Em Cadd9
So you try on every shoe and you stand in every shadow
Em Cadd9
Hope you find yourself somewhere between the first pew and the back row
Am C
But you’re always carrying around that kid
D Cadd9
Whose picture’s in the hallway, eighteen and graduating
D Cadd9
Did you ever make those dreams come true
G
Or is a kid still waiting?
Is a kid still waiting?
[Verse 2]
G
God bless the linoleum table in my daddy’s kitchen
If he was scared, he’d never tell, but I sure as hell did listen
Cadd9
And it don’t matter how many prayers ever came off my lips
G
I still learned how to curse just like he did
[Chorus]
D Cadd9 G
What you get in the cradle, you keep till the grave
D Cadd9 G
Some good men may be born they said, the better ones are made
Em Cadd9
So you try on every shoe and you stand in every shadow
Em Cadd9
Hope you find yourself somewhere between the first pew and the back row
Am C
But you’re always carrying around that kid
D Cadd9
Whose picture’s in the hallway, eighteen and graduating
D Cadd9
Did you ever make those dreams come true
G
Or is a kid still waiting?
G
I’ll be the first to admit
N.C.
I’m a little stuck in high school
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