Mat Kearney - Pontiac: chords

                      A#     F
I used to worry about nothing
                    C     Dm7
Said I'd never grow up and
           A#               F               C
I fell in love and it was enough until it wasn't
                               A#    F
I used to dream that we could make it
                          C       Dm7
But now I'm workin' on a paycheck
                      A#                  F
And the voice on the line says I'm doing fine
                       C
Can you tell that I'm faking?

      A#             F         C              Dm7
And we watched our friends play the same old game
     A#        F              C
And we all pretend that we're OK
And we won't say

Chorus:
        A#           F                 C
Take me back to the time when getting old
            Dm7
was turning 25
                  A#            F
'Cause seeing the CD, that you burned me,
               C
you played it back
            A#              F
The way we laugh, windows down
          C                       Dm7
Rolling 'round the south side of town
         A#                        F
On your flip phone, you told your dad
                  C
no you wouldn't crash
                  Gm
Maybe we went too fast
A#
In your Pontiac

My mama worried about my marriage
But now I'm worried about my parents
You could try to run from what runs in your blood
But you still gotta share it

And we watch our friends play the same old game
And we all pretend that we're okay
When we wanna say

Chorus:
Take me back to the time when getting old was
turning twenty-five
The single CD that you burned me, we played
it back
The way we laugh, windows down
Rolling 'round the south side of town
On your flip phone, you told your dad, no,
you wouldn't crash
Maybe we went too fast
In your Pontiac

                      A#       F
I used to worry 'bout real life
                   C      Dm7
Until I fell into your eyes
           A#               F                C
I fell in love and it was enough to make me realise

Chorus:
You take me back to the time when getting old
was turning twenty-five
The single CD that you burned me, we played
it back
The way we laughed, windows down
Rolling 'round the south side of town
On your flip phone, you told your dad, no,
you wouldn't crash
Maybe we went too fast
Maybe we went too—
Maybe we went too fast
In your Pontiac