Kenny Chesney - I Go Back (bass backing track)

Fifteen, twenty years from now, you're going to say, Man, those were the greatest times of my life. Every time I hear that song. And I go back to a two-tone short-bent Chevy, Driving my first love out to the levee, Living life with no sense of time. And I go back to the feel of a fifty-yard line, A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine, The fishing time would stop right in its tracks. And every time I hear that song, I go back, I go back. I used to rock all night long, To keep on rocking me, baby. At frat parties, college bars, Just trying to impress the ladies. And I couldn't help but sing along, Every time I hear that song. And I go back to the smell of an old gym floor, And the taste of salt on a Carolina shore, After graduation and drinking goodbye to freeze. And I go back to watching summer fade to fall, Growing up too fast, and I do recall, The wishing time would stop right in its tracks. And every time I hear that song, I go back, I go back. We all have a song that somehow stamps our lives, And takes us to another place and time. So I go back to the pew, preaching round a choir, Singing about God and brimstone and fire, And the smell of Sunday chicken after church. And I go back to the loss of a real good friend, And the sixteen summers I shared with him. Now only the good die young, Starts me in my tracks. And every time I hear that song, I go back, I go back. To the feel of a fifty yard line, A blanket of girls and some raspberry wine. I go back to watching summer fade to fall, Growing up too fast, and I do recall, I go back to the loss of a real good friend, And the sixteen summers I shared with him.