Girl From Tampa

A It was just another job D Standing there she was A Smiling with a friend D I think she had a buzz A When asked me my name D But she didn't even care A Just went about her business D Talking about some hair E There's a girl from Tampa D She's standing next to me E There's a girl from Tampa D There's something I can see E There's a girl from Tampa D I ain't never gunna let her leave E D C# B A B A C# A D She's a Buccaneer A D I'm a Panthers guy A D So two times a year A D Eventually she cries, go bucks A D E Theres a girl from Tampa D She's looking right at me E There's a girl from Tampa D There's something I can see E That girl from Tampa D I'm never gunna let her leave E D C# B A B A C# E D C# B A B A C# A D I bought a little diamond A D Man I was scared as hell A D About asking her father A D Everything else went well E There's a girl from Tampa D She means everything to me E That girl from Tampa D She said she'd wear my ring E and that girl from Tampa D I ain't never gunna let her leave E D C# B A B A C# E D C# B A B A C# E My wife's from Tampa D And she's the only one for me E That girl from Tampa D Well she's my everything E That girl from Tampa D I ain't never gunna let her leave A D A D A D A D