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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse]
Em Whenever I get to Bfeel this way D Hard to find new Awords to say C I think about the Gbad old days F# F#7 We used to kBnow
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Em Nights of winter,B turn me cold D Fear the dying, Agetting old C We ran the race, the Grace was won F# F#7 By running Bslowly
[Verse]
Em Could be soon we'll Bcease to sound D Slowly upstairs, A faster down C Then to revisit Gstony grounds F# F#7 We used to Bknow
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Em Remembering morBnings, shillings spent D Made no sense to Aleave the bed C The bad old days they Gcame and went F# Giving F#7way to fruitfuBl years
[Flute solo] Em B D A C G F# B [Guitar solo] (x3) Em B D A C G F# B [Verse]
Em Saving up Bthe birds in hand D While in the bush the Aothers land C Take what we can beGfore the man F# F#7Says it's timeB to go
[Verse]
Em Each to his own way BI'll go mine D Best of luck with Awhat you find C But for your own sake reGmember times F# F#7We used to knoBw
[Guitar solo to fade] Em B D A C G F# B