B F#m E please.. picture me.. in the trees B I hit my peak at seven B F#m E feet.. in the swing.. over the creek B I was too scared to jump in.. B F#m E but I.. I was high.. in the sky B B F#m with Pennsylvania.. under me.. E B are there still beautiful things? Reff : F#m sweet tea in the summer E cross your heart, won't tell no other A B and though I can’t recall your face I still got love for you.. B Your braids like a pattern F#m love you to the moon and to saturn E passed down like folk songs B B F#m E B the love lasts so.. long.. Music : F#m E A B C#m E and I've been meaning to tell you B I think your house is haunted E Your dad is always mad C#m and that must be why and I think you should come E live with me B and we can be pirates E then you won't have to cry C#m or hide in the closet E and just like a folk song B E our love will be passed on.. B F#m E please.. picture me.. in the weeds B B before I learned civility F#m E I used to scream.. ferociously B any time I wanted B F#m E B I.. I.. Reff : B sweet tea in the summer F#m cross my heart, won’t tell no other E B and though I can't recall your face I still got love for you F#m pack your dolls and a sweater E we'll move to India forever A passed down like folk songs B C#m E B E our love lasts so.. long.. Outro : C#m E B E (3x)
please.. picture me.. in the trees I hit my peak at seven feet.. in the swing.. over the creek I was too scared to jump in.. but I.. I was high.. in the sky with Pennsylvania.. under me.. are there still beautiful things? Reff : sweet tea in the summer cross your heart, won't tell no other and though I can’t recall your face I still got love for you.. Your braids like a pattern love you to the moon and to saturn passed down like folk songs the love lasts so.. long.. Music... and I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why and I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet and just like a folk song our love will be passed on.. please.. picture me.. in the weeds before I learned civility I used to scream.. ferociously any time I wanted I.. I.. Reff : sweet tea in the summer cross my heart, won’t tell no other and though I can't recall your face I still got love for you pack your dolls and a sweater we'll move to India forever passed down like folk songs our love lasts so.. long..