| We were sixteen at the most
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| McCartney was our holy ghost
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| And we were sure our smiles would never turn to tears
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| Eighteen caught us pretty fast
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| Legal to make love at last
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| Something we’d been playing with for years.
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| Yeah life was great in '65
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| Made this boy feel so alive
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| Growing up made something go all wrong
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| It seemed all the ways of the world
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| Look away from the thoughts of a pretty girl
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| Now I wanna go back to catch up in this song.
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| Chorus:
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| I don’t want nothing heavy
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| Just my baby in the back of my Chevy
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| Little loving on the weekends make me feel alright
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| I don’t want nothing heavy
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| Just my baby in the back of my Chevy
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| To kiss away my blues in the full moon light.
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| So life became an conglomination
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| Of mamas ways and a woodstock nation
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| I was so confused no where to turn
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| And then my lady got so psychodelic
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| No reasons left to be angelic
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| Now I wanna kindle the flame that used to burn.
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| Chorus:
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| I don’t want nothing heavy
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| Just my baby in the back of my Chevy
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| Little loving on the weekends make me feel alright
|
| I don’t want nothing heavy
|
| Just my baby in the back of my Chevy
|
| To kiss away my blues in the full moon light.
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| Chorus:
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| I don’t want nothing heavy
|
| Just my baby in the back of my Chevy
|
| Little loving on the weekends make me feel alright
|
| I don’t want nothing heavy
|
| Just my baby in the back of my Chevy
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| To kiss away my blues in the full moon light… |