B                                D#M                          E                 B 
I was sitting here thinking bout me and big ricketts smoking cigirettes down on the levy.  
B                      D#M                     E                 F# 
Talking bout who’s hot who’s not, big blocks, pontiacs olds and chevys.   
B                          F#                    E                    F# 
I remember him packing that van for atlanta, his daddy found a better way. 
E                                                                      F# 
Ain’t seen him in forever so heres to forever nothing gets better with age. 
B                    F#            E            
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs.  
F#                       B                F#        E 
nothing gets me like they get me when they hit me I’m gone 
B       
with a smile on back to the old page from the old days 
        E                B                    E  
if your with me get your glass raised and sing along  
      F#                        B  
To old friends old whiskey and old songs 
 
  
B                                 D#M                         E                      B 
I can still see my baby’s, blue eyes shine and singing brown eyed girl off key  
B                         D#M                          E                    F# 
and hanging with the gang after that big game with my jersey number on her cheek 
B                              F#                        E                     F# 
passed around a bottle that we dug from the bottom of a chest in my buddies barn 
E                                                                 F# 
back when life was nothing buzzin and a lovin and banging on cheap guitars  
 
B                    F#             E            
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs.  
F#                       B                F#        E 
nothing gets me like they get me when they hit me I’m gone 
B       
with a smile on back to the old page from the old days 
        E                B                    E  
if your with me get your glass raised and sing along   
         F#                     B  
To old friends old whiskey and old songs 
 
B                               D#M                       E               B 
Most of my rowdy friends ain’t rowdied on down just yet 
B                               D#M                   E                   F# 
they still like to rock and roll all night  
B                               F#                       E                    F# 
probably never lose our way to  margaritaville and were always going to wanna get high 
E                                           F#  
singing bye bye miss american pie  
 
B                     F#            E            
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs.  
F#                        B                F#          E 
nothing gets me like they get me when they hit me I’m gone 
B       
with a smile on back to the old page from the old days 
       E                 B                    E  
if your with me get your glass raised and sing along  
      F#                        B  
To old friends old whiskey and old songs