VERSE 1:
Dented c[D]ars make me think of you
[G]sitting on a r[D]ed leather stool
[G]drinking with your s[D]unglasses [Bm]on
at the b[A]owling alley b[G]ar.
VERSE 2:
And the s[D]ound of the crashing pins
beh[G]ind us when we k[D]issed
the [G]night I wrecked my f[D]ather's [Bm]car
behind t[A]he bowling alley[G] bar.[(G/F#)]
PRE-CHORUS:
[Em]I'm so sorry D[G]onna,
[A]sorry about your sunglasses.
[Em]I didn't mean to s[G]tep on them;
I didn't mean to laugh when you [A]cried.
CHORUS:
'Cause it was [G]ne-[D]ver a w[A]aste of [D]time
to dr[G]ink beer by your s[D]ide
and w[G]atch the f[Bm]allen p[D]ins
s[A]et up r[G]ight again.
INTERLUDE:
[D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [Bm] [A] [G]
VERSE 3:
Skinny g[D]irls in tight red jeans
[G]kicking cigare[D]tte machines;
[G]that old woman a[D]ll al[Bm]one
dirty da[A]ncing by the ph[G]ones.[(F#/G)]
PRE-CHORUS:
[Em]Driving cir[(F#/G)]cles at [G]3am,
throwing r[A]ocks at mailboxes,
[Em]you could [(F#/G)]never s[G]ee the stars
with those plastic sunglasses [A]on.
CHORUS:
But it was [G]ne-[D]ver a w[A]aste of [D]time
to g[G]et drunk by your si[D]de
and w[G]atch the f[Bm]allen p[D]ins
s[A]et up r[G]ight again.
[(A] [Bm] [C#m)] [D]
Dented c[D]ars make me think of you
[G]sitting on a r[D]ed leather stool
[G]drinking with your s[D]unglasses [Bm]on
at the b[A]owling alley b[G]ar.
VERSE 2:
And the s[D]ound of the crashing pins
beh[G]ind us when we k[D]issed
the [G]night I wrecked my f[D]ather's [Bm]car
behind t[A]he bowling alley[G] bar.[(G/F#)]
PRE-CHORUS:
[Em]I'm so sorry D[G]onna,
[A]sorry about your sunglasses.
[Em]I didn't mean to s[G]tep on them;
I didn't mean to laugh when you [A]cried.
CHORUS:
'Cause it was [G]ne-[D]ver a w[A]aste of [D]time
to dr[G]ink beer by your s[D]ide
and w[G]atch the f[Bm]allen p[D]ins
s[A]et up r[G]ight again.
INTERLUDE:
[D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [Bm] [A] [G]
VERSE 3:
Skinny g[D]irls in tight red jeans
[G]kicking cigare[D]tte machines;
[G]that old woman a[D]ll al[Bm]one
dirty da[A]ncing by the ph[G]ones.[(F#/G)]
PRE-CHORUS:
[Em]Driving cir[(F#/G)]cles at [G]3am,
throwing r[A]ocks at mailboxes,
[Em]you could [(F#/G)]never s[G]ee the stars
with those plastic sunglasses [A]on.
CHORUS:
But it was [G]ne-[D]ver a w[A]aste of [D]time
to g[G]et drunk by your si[D]de
and w[G]atch the f[Bm]allen p[D]ins
s[A]et up r[G]ight again.
[(A] [Bm] [C#m)] [D]