E|-------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-----4s6-4-2-------4s6-4-2-----|
A|-2-----------6-2-----------6-2-|
E|---0-------------0-------------|

[Verse 1]
       E                              G#m
If you take a left right there at the end of Preston Road
               A                               C#m
You'll reach a house that was my first idea of somewhere I'd call home
        E                               G#m
Can't remember every detail but there's certain things that stick
            A                               C#m
Like how my mama taught me manners and papa taught me how to fish
       E                  G#m
Off of exit 315 me and my buddies used to hang
         A                                 C#m
Starting fires and making trouble, hit the mud after it'd rain


[Chorus]
          C#m                        E
There's a lingering nostalgia in the air
A                           C#m
Memories of the old mе everywherе
     G#m
This little town that made me
        A
Will forever bare my youth
    C#m                           A
But I was never destined to build roots
                     E
No, I'm just passing through


[Verse 2]
      E
Funny how the times have changed
        G#m
Gone is grass that used to grow
         A
Hell, it seems like yesterday
              C#m
Her eyes were all I'd ever know
            E
Sometimes I miss those simple days
           G#m
Four wheel drives and red clay roads
    A
Reminiscing's so much clearer
           C#m
Reflecting through my rear view mirror


[Chorus]
          C#m                        E
There's a lingering nostalgia in the air
A                           C#m
Memories of the old mе everywherе
     G#m
This little town that made me
        A
Will forever bare my youth
    C#m                           A
But I was never destined to build roots
                     E
No, I'm just passing through


[Instrumental]
G#m A C#m A C#m G#m A C#m A


[Chorus]
          C#m                        E
There's a lingering nostalgia in the air
A                           C#m
Memories of the old mе everywherе
     G#m
This little town that made me
        A
Will forever bare my youth
    C#m                           A
But I was never destined to build roots
                     E
No, I'm just passing through