[Verse 1] A gang of [G]kids on our pedal bikes In a [C]dusty town we'd ride To the [G]General Store for Popeye cigarettes[C] [G]Class of '99, yea w[C]e lived, laughed, loved and cried Took for [G]granted that those days would never e[C]nd [D]Livin' like that yearbook pictu[C]re wouldn't fade And some s[C]tanding right beside me, I might never...