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[Verse 1]
          G
A gang of kids on our pedal bikes
     Cadd9
In a dusty town we’d ride
       G                                   Cadd9
To the General Store for Popeye cigarettes
G                    Cadd9
Class of ’99, yea we lived, laughed, loved and cried
         G                                    Cadd9
Took for granted that those days would never end
D                                Cadd9
Livin’ like that yearbook picture wouldn’t fade
          Cadd9                                           D C
And some standing right beside me, I might never see again


[Chorus]
            G                      Cadd9
The trouble is, you think you have time
          G                                 Cadd9 
You think tomorrow’s always comin' down the line
             G                       Cadd9
And then one day, you wake up and you find
            Cadd9          D       G
The trouble is you thought you had time

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[Verse 2]
         G
Suit and tie and a fancy job
        Cadd9
Big ol’ house, two car garage
         G                          Cadd9
He works hard for his wife and his son
         G                              Cadd9
An empty seat at tee-ball games is just a sacrifice he’ll make
              G                          Cadd9
He’ll make it up when next weekend comes along
D                                 Cadd9
Years go by and that day comes too soon
     Cadd9                                           D  C
That boy goes off to college, you stand in his empty room
        
                    
[Chorus]
            G                      Cadd9
The trouble is, you think you have time
          G                                 Cadd9 
You think tomorrow’s always comin' down the line
             G                       Cadd9
And then one day, you wake up and you find
            Cadd9          D       G
The trouble is you thought you had time


[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
         G
Shotgun shells and a tackle box
        Cadd9
On the floorboard of a truck
         G                   Cadd9
Morning sun burnin' fog off a lake
         G
Teenage girl with her Grandad
             Cadd9
He takes her fishin', but he feels bad
          G                                 Cadd9
She can’t take her eyes off that ol’ Facebook page
            D                    Cadd9
But someday soon, who knows how long
       Cadd9                                D
She’ll look up from that phone and he’ll be gone


[Chorus]
            G                      Cadd9
The trouble is, you think you have time
          G                                 Cadd9 
You think tomorrow’s always comin' down the line
             G                        Cadd9
And then one day, you wake up and you find
            Cadd9          D        Em G Cadd9
The trouble is you thought you had time
            Cadd9          D       G Cadd9
The trouble is you think you have time


[Outro]
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