These Are The Days

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straight groove, open hat

cont groove, hat

I got fired off the job site, cause my mouths too fast

So to pay for beer and cigarettes I’m out here pumping gas

Jessie comes to see me when she can slip away

We’ll be kissing by the cash drawer making customers wait

Hey, hey, hey….these are the days

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She can shoot and she can ride and she’s deadly with a rope

She claims she’s gonna break me like a palomino colt

And tame the wild self destruction kicking within me

And in her eyes I can find brand new ways to be free

Hey, hey, hey….these are the days

groove, ride

hitch towards end

So Roll down the window and smell the rain

Watching my hand held out flying over the plains

With her head on my shoulder under the windshield cracks

Thinking about the day that we ain’t looking back

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Our fathers fought us like our foes in some old foreign war

But we could never let them start defining who we are

But I had to ask her old man if I could have her hand

so I laid out for a pawn shop ring and lit out for his ranch

Hey, hey, hey….these are the days

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Her father jumped me at his gate, swung a rusty saw

Opened 36 stitches from my eyebrow to my jaw

Jessie knocked him cold when she swung a 2x4

I guess we ain’t invited back for Christmas anymore

Hey, hey, hey….these are the days

groove, ride

hitch towards end

cont, open hat

4 on floor

IN 1/2 way through

So that night I took some Gasoline an arrow, rag and bow

When his barn went up, we stood and smiled in the glow

By sunrise we were 80 miles outta New Mexico

Out to find our freedom in the open road

Hey, hey, hey….these are the days

groove, ride

hitch towards end

groove out