The Lost Trailers - Things You Dont Grow Out Of Chords

[Intro]
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) / (G) (Em) | (F) ---

        C                              F
I still love the smell of mama's house when something's cookin' on the stove
      Am           G                 F   Em              Dm
Still hug her neck when it's time to go, leavin's always tough
             F           G              C
Oh, there're some things you don't grow out of

  C                                  F
I made a name here in this town with my right arm underneath the lights
        Am               G                           F
And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights
        Em              Dm
I can't bring myself to box 'em up
               F           G              C
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of

[Chorus]
          C                 Bm                 Am              G
Like your mama's love, your biggest dream that little town you had to leave
    F                  Em          Dm         G
And all of those sweet memories of growin' up wild and free
    C              Bm                 Am                   G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
    F             Em               Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
               F           G              C      Bm Am G F
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of | | ---

    C                                    F
I'm older now and I've seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean
      Am                 G                F         Em                  Dm
But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I re- member where I come from
                F           G              C
'Cause there're some things you don't grow out of

[Chorus]
         C                        Bm                       Am            G
Like the lessons learned from the time you spent with your grandpa, just you and him
    F                Em           Dm                  G
The innocence of an- other time I still go back there in my mind
    C              Bm                 Am                   G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
    F             Em               Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
               F           G              C      Bm Am G F
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of | | |
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) (G) Yeah, there're (F)some things you don't grow (F)out of

          C                 Bm                 Am              G
Like your mama's love, your biggest dream that little town you had to leave
    F                  Em          Dm         G
And all of those sweet memories of growin' up wild and free
    C              Bm                 Am                   G
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, the preachers words, the way it felt
    F             Em               Dm
And to this day I get my help from up above
             F                          G                          C      Bm Am
Oh, there're some things, yes, there're some things you don't grow out of
      G        F                          C      Bm Am G F   C
Yeah, there're some things you don't grow out of ---