The Bbfirst thing I remember I was lying in my bed I couldn't of been no more Than one or Ftwo I Bbremember there's a radio Comin' from the room next door And my mother laughed The way some ladies Fdo When it's Clate in the evening And the music's seeping Fthrough The Bbnext thing I remember I am walking down the street I'm feeling all right I'm with my boys, I'm with my Ftroops, yeah And Bbdown along the avenue Some guys were shooting pool And I heard the sound Of a cappella Fgroups, yeah Singing Clate in the evening And all the girls out on the Fstoops, yeah Then I Bblearned to play some lead guitar I was underage in this funky bar And I stepped outside to smoke myself aF "J" And Bbwhen I came back to the room Everybody just seemed to move And I turned my amp up loud and I began to Fplay And it was Clate in the evening And I blew that room Faway Bb F Bb F C F The Bbfirst thing I remember When you came into my life I said I'm gonna get that girl No matter what I Fdo Well I Bbguess I'd been in love before And once or twice I been on the floor But I never loved no one The way that FI loved you And it was Clate in the evening And all the music seeping Fthrough Bb F Bb F C F F
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