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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date: October 11, 2002   
Album: No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem
Written by:

            A LOT OF THINGS DIFFERENT    Kenny Chesney


D
I'd spend a lot more time out in the pouring rain
                    A                   F#m Em D
Without an umbrella    Coverin my head
D                                                                   A
And I'd stand up to that bully when he pushed And called me names
                      F#m Em D
But I was too afraid
 D                                                       A            
And I'd gone on and saw Elvis that night he came to town
                       F#m Em D
Momma said I couldn't
 D                                                                      A          
And I'd gone skinny dipping with Jenny Carson that time she dared me to
            G              A                       D     
I didn't Oh I, I'd done a lot of things different
D                                                              A
And I wish I'd spent more time with my dad when he was alive
                            F#m Em D
Now I don't have the chance
D
And I wish I had told my brother how much I loved him
                           A                             F#m Em D
Before he went off to war     But I just shook his hand
 D                                                                             A
And I wish I had gone to church on Sunday morning When my grandma begged me to
                         F#m Em D
But I was afraid of God
D
And I wish I would've listened when they said
                                   A
Boy, you're gonna wish you hadn't
                  G              A                         D
But I wouldn't Oh I, I'd done a lot of things different

CHORUS:
Bm                                                     D
People say they wouldn't change a thing even if they could
        Em       A
Oh, but I would

D                                                                      A
There was this red dress she wanted one time So bad she could taste it
                                    F#m Em D
I should've bought it, but I didn't
D                                                                   A
She wanted to paint our bedroom yellow  trim it in blues and greens
                                                        F#m Em D
But I wouldn't let her - it wouldn't have hurt nothin'
                                                 A
She loved to be held and kissed and touched
                                      F#m Em D
But I didn't do it, not nearly enough
D
And if I'd known that dance was gonna be our last dance
                                     A
I would've asked the band to play        On and on, on and on
   G              A               D
Oh I, I'd done a lot of things different

Go to chorus, then to ending
ENDING:
         G              A              D        
Wo oh Oh I, I'd done a lot of things different
Em                A
Oh I, I'd done a lot of things 
                                              D Bm G A D 
I think we'd all do a lot things different

  

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