First Love Alan Jackson
Written by Alan Jackson.
(© EMI April Music/Tri-Angels Music.)
From "Drive", © 2002, Arista Nashville.
Transcribed by Darien Rhoton
[G]I was fifteen, she was [D]eighteen,
[G]The prettiest thing I'd [C]ever seen in [G]my life.
An' I loved her at first [D]sight.
I found [G]her in Mari[D]etta, a [G]town north of [C]Atlanta.
I brought her [G]home to see my [D]folks,
They loved her [G]too.
We were together for a [D]long time,
Thought it [G]would be for [C]all time.
But things [G]change and re-arrange, she had to [D]go.
She left me [G]cryin' in '7[C]9, an airline [G]pilot in Caro[C]line.
I was a [G]wreck, can't drive a [D]check:
It broke my [G]heart.
My first [C]love was an older [D]woman.
[C]There's been many since,
But there'll [D]never be another.
Built in [G]nineteen fifty-[C]five, snowshoe [G]white, over[C]drive,
I should've never [G]sold her, I'll always [D]love her,
She was [G]mine.
(same as verse 1)
Years went by, teardrops dried;
I got her back, I was surprised.
In '93, a gift to me on Christmas Eve.
We were both older, so I restored her.
Could've sold her, for a lot more.
But I will never, she's mine forever,
Until I go.
[C]I'll never [G]sell her, she's mine for[D]ever,
I love her [G]so.