Way Back When: Alanna Wilson
*Capo 5
Youre a woman after my own heart, is what he said,
We should trade this messy Chevrolet in, for a truck bed,
And head over when the night comes callin to the drive-in show,
Well baby anywhere you were going is where Is gonna go...
CHORUS
I was yellin the words to Waylon,
On that worn-out Chevy seat,
One-arm tanned with toes on the dash,
Soakin up that dixie heat,
We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub or give,
Just an ol bottle of wine and our whole lives to live,
Some might say that we had nothin
But that was way back when,
Way back when we had everything.
,,
I love gettin dressed up to the nines, he said across the table,
In that southern drawl and I d of breathed if I were able,
,
But he stole my breath in that most wonderful way,
Just the way a pen steals your thoughts for the page...
I was yellin the words to Waylon,
On that worn-out Chevy seat,
Porchlight kisses after curfew,
Holes in our story and in our jeans,
We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub together,
Just a buzz on a summer night and the promise of forever,
Some might say that we had nothin
But that was way back when,
Way back when we had everything.
,,
And I reach over just to feel your hand in mine,
And to know I still have everything even after all this time...
Yeah I was yellin the words to Waylon,
In that worn-out Chevy seat,
A ride and that crooked smile,
Is what you were givin me,
We didnt have a clue, or two cents to rub or give,
Just an ol bottle of wine, and our whole lives to live,
Some might say that we had nothin
But that was way back when,
Way back when you had me at hello,
,
At dirt roads and rolled down windows.
Some might say that we have nothin
But Id tell them to look again
