Candy Apple Red

D G I grew up in a space age scene Em G A Along with surfboards and the American dream; D G I never went steady with the homecoming queen; Em G A Never was the captain of the football team. D G I wish those days were back again; Em G A Oh, do you remember when? G C G D Those days of candy apple red...metal flake, C G D G Cruisin' with your baby in your old man's 88; Bm G D G Lookin' for a home run, getting thrown out at the plate; Em A D Ohhh, gimme back those days. D G I skipped school when the waves were good! Em G A Had me a chrome scoop on my hood. D G I'd be lying like a fool sayin' I went all the way; Em G A I'd do anything to relive those days. D G I wish those days were back again; Em G A Oh, do you remember when? G C G D Those days of candy apple red...metal flake, C G D G Cruisin' with your baby in your old man's 88; Bm G D G Lookin' for a home run, getting thrown out at the plate; Em A D Ohhh, gimme back those days. G C G D Those days of candy apple red...metal flake, C G D G Cruisin' with your baby in your old man's 88; Bm G D G Christy had a Rambler; the front seats went back all the way waaaay; Em A D Ohhh, gimme back those days.