Check Your Pocket

A                 D
I saw her back in grade school,
            G                  D
She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen,
    A                            D
And talkin' made me sound like a damn fool,
      G                      D
And I hadn't quite kick that st-st-stutter
A                D
I gave up on the whole thing,
G                    D
Thinkin' of the way, prayin' for the day,
A                             D
Hopin' that the stars would a-lign,
    G              D
And someday she be mine.

A D G D x2

      A                 D
Well, high school finally rolled around,
G         D
So did my chance,
     A                      D
Just kept my business under one half minute,
       G                      D
When I asked her to go to the dance.
A                         D
She said yes and when the night was over,
G               D
I had her in my hand,
     A               D
That picture we took with my arms wrapped around her,
       G              D
By the gym concession stand.

Am
Oh, before that night was over,
D
I wrote a couple words,
C                                D              C  D
First chance I got, I snuck that picture in her pu-rse,
            A        D
And it said hold me, fold me,
C                             G
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans,
A              D
Ball me up and spin me clean,
C                       G
Leave me outside in the sunshine honey,
A        D       G
Roll me, lose me underneath a pile of your new things,
A               D
Forget you ever knew me then,
G                               G
Check your pockets some day and find me again.
A
Wo-oh... wo-oh.

A D G D x2

N.C.
Well...,
A               D
She went off to college,
        G            D
And I'm off to do my thing,
       A                    D
I was hangin' out late one night drinkin' pitchers,
          G                      D
With some friends at the Kitchen Sink, eh...,
A                 D
I'd had to rub my eyes,
    G                     D
and look again to just be sure,
     A                  D
That girl I'd knew then came back woman and
      G             D
she'd walk into dat door.

Am                          D
Before we left she pulled a napkin from her shirt,
C
It had her number on it,
D              C  D
Underneath the wo-rds...
            A        D
And it said hold me, fold me,
C                             G
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans,
A              D
Ball me up and spin me clean,
C                       G
Leave me outside in the sunshine honey,
A        D       G
Roll me, lose me underneath a pile of your new things,
A               D
Forget you ever knew me then,
C                               G
Check your pockets some day and find me again.

            A        D
And it said hold me, fold me,
C                             G
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans,
A              D
Ball me up and spin me clean,
C                       G
Leave me outside in the sunshine honey,
A        D       G
Roll me, lose me underneath a pile of your new things,
A               D
Forget you ever knew me then,
C                         G
Check your pockets... and find me again.

A        D
Hold me, fold me,
C                             G
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans,
A              D
Ball me up and spin me clean,
C                       G
Leave me outside in the sunshine honey,
A        D       G
Roll me, lose me underneath a pile of your new things,
A               D
Forget you ever knew me then,
C
Check your pockets some day

A
'Cause I'd be there
A D G C x2

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