The World Aint Yours And Mine

F    G    Am    C
F    G    Am    C

C                     G                                C
Whatever we got goin' on between us here, I don't hate it
C                                                         Am
The way we're lookin' at each other, there's no takin' it back
      C
Just had to say that
F         G                                    C
It's like we got the perfect Saturday night situated
                G                                           C
Let's burn the weight of the worry away without strikin' a match

          F          G
Yeah, it feels like we've got
C
Diamonds in our pockets
Am                   F
Radio playing Rocket Man
     G         C
You spinnin', headlight dancin'
C                          F
Act like you don't give a damn
F                     G
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded
C                             Am
That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it
          F         G        Am     G    C         F
'Til the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies
         Am    G     C         F                    G
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight,

C
Yeah
F                    G                          Am
We ain't ever gonna run down a dream unless we chase it
C                                     G                        Am
And there's nobody I would rather be runnin' it down with than you
 Am                 G
Sittin' under this moon
F                    G
Whiskey in a thermos up under the seat
Am                           C
Pass a cigarette while this little town sleeps
C                        G                   Am
No matter how long this lasts between me and you
Am
It'll end too soon

Am         F          G
'Cause it feels like we've got
C
Diamonds in our pockets
Am                   F
Radio playing Rocket Man
     G         C
You spinnin', headlight dancin'
Am                         F
Act like you don't give a damn
F                     G
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded
C                             Am
That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it
          F         G        Am     G    C         F
'Til the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies
         Am    G     C         F
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight

G           Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh
    C
Oh, oh, oh, oh
    G       Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh

C         F          G
Yeah, it feels like we've got
C
Diamonds in our pockets
Am                   F
Radio playing Rocket Man
     G             C
You spinnin', headlight dancin'
Am                         F
Act like you don't give a damn
F                     G
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded
C                             Am
That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it
          F         G        Am     G    C         F
'Til the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies
         Am    G     C         F
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight, yeah

      G       Am
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Am            F
Woah, oh, oh, oh
      G       Am F
Woah, oh, oh, oh

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