[Intro] C  Am  F  G

C                            Am
You said the way my blue eyes shined
                              F
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
                 G
I said, that's a lie
C                        Am
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
                               F
That had a tendency of getting stuck
              G
On backroads at night

          F                   G
And I was right there beside him all summer long
       F        C                 F           G
And then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

             C
But when you think, Tim McGraw
                Am
I hope you think my favorite song
                    F
The one we danced to all night long
                G
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
                C
When you think happiness
                      Am
I hope you think, that little black dress
              F
Think of my head on your chest
        G
And my old faded blue jeans
 C            F
When you think Tim McGraw
  Am                C
I hope you think of me

Dm                   G               C
  And the tennis court was covered up
                        F
With some tent-like thing
Dm                          G
  And you asked me to dance
             C                       F
But I said, "dancing is a dangerous game"
Dm       G
  Oh, I   thought
        C                         F
This is gonna be one of those things
Dm      G
  Now I   know
     C                  F
I'm never gonna love again

F         C           F     G       F
  I've got some tricks up my sleeve
         C        F      G
Takes one to know one
                     Dm      G
You're a cowboy like   me

                C
Never wanted love
               F
Just a fancy car
Dm                  G
   Now I'm waiting by the phone
          C                      F
Like I'm sitting in an airport bar

F        C           F       G       F
  You had some tricks up your sleeve
         C        F      G
Takes one to know one
                       C
You're a cowboy like me

                  F
Perched in the dark
                 G                        C
Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear
                  C
Like it could be love
                F
I could be the way forward
              G
Only if they pay for it
                     C
You're a bandit like me
                F
Eyes full of stars
                  G
Hustling for the good life
                   C
Never thought I'd meet you here
             C
It could be love
                 F
We could be the way forward
                 G          C
And I know I'll pay for it

        F
And I'm back for the first time since then
    G
I'm standing on your street
    C                  Am
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
        F                       G
And the first thing that you'll read

             C
It's, when you think, Tim McGraw
                Am
I hope you think my favorite song
                    F
Some day you'll turn your radio on
                G
I hope it takes you back to that place
                C
When you think happiness
                      Am
I hope you think, that little black dress
              F
Think of my head on your chest
        G
And my old faded blue jeans
 C            F
When you think Tim McGraw
  Am                C
I hope you think of me
C          Am
Oh, think of me

                    C        F  G
You're a cowboy like me, hmm
C                         Am
You said the way my blue eyes shined
                              F
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
                 G
I said, that's a lie