Things You Dont Grow Out Of

[Intro]
E|(C)| (Bm) | (Am) / (G) (Em) | 

E|(F) --- 

        C                       
I still love the smell of mama's 
       F
house when something's cookin' on 
the stove
      Am           G              
Still hug her neck when it's time 
   F   Em              Dm
to go, leavin's always tough
             F           G        
Oh, there're some things you don't
      C
 grow out of

  C                                
I made a name here in this town 
  F
with my right arm underneath the 
lights
        Am               G     
And the trophies take me back to 
                      F
those Friday nights
        Em              Dm
I can't bring myself to box 'em up
               F           G      
Yeah, there're some things you 
        C
don't grow out of

[Chorus]
          C                 Bm    
Like your mama's love, your 
             Am              G
biggest dream that little town you 
had to leave
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    F                  Em          
And all of those sweet memories of 
Dm         G
growin' up wild and free
    C              Bm             
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, 
    Am                   G
the preachers words, the way it felt
    F             Em               
And to this day I get my help from 
Dm
up above
               F           G      
Yeah, there're some things you 
        C      Bm Am G F
don't grow out of | | ---

    C                           
I'm older now and I've seen some 
         F
things, learned that life can sure 
be mean
      Am                 G        
But I try not to let the world rub
        F         Em           
 off on me, I re- member where I 
       Dm
come from
                F           G 
'Cause there're some things you 
             C
don't grow out of

[Chorus]
         C                        
Like the lessons learned from the 
Bm                       Am      
time you spent with your grandpa,
      G
 just you and him
    F                Em           
The innocence of an- other time I 
Dm                  G
still go back there in my mind
    C              Bm             
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, 
    Am                   G
the preachers words, the way it felt
    F             Em               
And to this day I get my help from 
Dm
up above
               F           G      
Yeah, there're some things you 
        C      Bm Am G F
don't grow out of | | |
| (C) (Bm) | (Am) (G) Yeah, there're
 (F)some things you don't grow 
(F)out of

          C                 Bm    
Like your mama's love, your 
             Am              G
biggest dream that little town you 
had to leave
    F                  Em          
And all of those sweet memories of 
Dm         G
growin' up wild and free
    C              Bm             
The Sunday mornin' ringin' bells, 
    Am                   G
the preachers words, the way it felt
    F             Em               
And to this day I get my help from 
Dm
up above
             F                
Oh, there're some things, yes, 
          G                        
there're some things you don't grow
  C      Bm Am
 out of
      G        F                  
Yeah, there're some things you 
        C      Bm Am G F   C
don't grow out of ---