Capo on 10th fret. To play without a capo, transpose +10 ( = , = , = , = ) It sounds to me like it was played with Capo 10 on the record. I still smell the smoke I still taste the Crown I still feel the vinyl of the backseat With the windows halfway down And I still hear 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' in the tape deck With both of us singing along And I still hear me saying "Baby, not yet, not yet" We talk about our mEm7ories Damn, girl, you put a few on me, on me Life pulled out like a limo Onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like the scoreboard On the last hail mary ball My heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sittin' right next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen, damn you, seventeen I still smell your hair I still taste the salt Mixed with the cherry on your lips Afraid your momma might come home I still see all of your vintage Rock n' Roll t-shirts Hangin' on your closet door Back when we really didn't know what we were Who we were We talk about our heartache I still want another replay, replay Life pulled out like a limo Onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like the scoreboard On the last hail mary ball My heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sittin' right next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen, damn you, seventeen Well, I wanna call, but I bet your number's changed a couple times A couple towns ago, but I can't let you go Life pulled out like a limo Onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like the scoreboard On the last hail mary ball My heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sittin' right next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen, damn you, seventeen Life pulled out like a limo Onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like the scoreboard On the last hail mary ball My heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sittin' right next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen, damn you, seventeen