John Hartford - Back in the goodle days

^DOn^De day about twenty-five years from now, ^GWh^Aen we've all grown old from a-wondering how, ^F#mOh w^Bme'll all sit down at the city dump, ^EAn^Ad talk about the Goodle Days. ^F#mOh y^Bmou'll pass the joint and I'll pass the wine, ^GAn^Ad anything good from a-down the line. ^F#mA lo^Bmt of good things went down one time, ^GBa^Dck in the Goodle Days.

^F#mAnd ^Bmthe Good Old Days are past and gone. ^GA ^Alot of good people have done gone on. ^F#mThat^Bm's my life when I sing this song about ^GBa^Dck in the Goodle Days

^DSo^Dmetimes I get to thinkin' that we're almost done, ^GAn^Ad there ain't nothin' left that we can figure out. ^F#mAnd ^BmI guess it must have seemed a lot more like that ^EBa^Ack in the Goodle Days, ^F#mBut ^Bmwhen ya gotta go, ya gotta go. ^GTh^Aere's always somebody don'tcha know, ^F#mA-ha^Bmngin' round a-sayin' "Well I told you so", ^GBa^Dck in the Goodle Days.

^DOh^D we'll all join hands and we'll gather round, ^GWh^Aen that old guitar starts to make that sound. ^F#mA lo^Bmt of good things went down downtown, ^EBa^Ack in the Goodle Days. ^F#mSque^Bmezin' love with the people that we hadn't even met, ^GOu^At for anything that we could get. ^F#mOh w^Bme did it then and we'll do it yet, ^GBa^Dck in the Goodle Days.