Lukas Graham - 7 years

^GmOnce I was seven years ^Gm/Fold, my mama told ^Ebmaj7me, "Go make yourself some friends or you'll be ^Flonely." ^GmOnce I was seven years ^Bbold ^{Ebmaj7 Ebmaj7}

^GmIt was a big ^Fbig ^Bbworld, but we thought we were ^Ebmaj7bigger Pushing each other to ^Ebmaj7the limits, we were ^Flearning ^Gmquicker By eleven ^Fsmoking ^Bbherb and drinking burning ^Ebmaj7liquor Never rich so we were ^Ebmaj7out to make that ^Fsteady figure

^GmOnce I was eleven ^Fyears ^Bbold, my daddy ^Ebmaj7told me, "Go get yourself a ^Ebmaj7wife or you'll be l^Fonely." ^GmOnce I was eleven ^Fyears ^Bbold ^{Ebmaj7 Ebmaj7}

^GmI always had ^Fthat ^Bbdream, like my daddy before ^Ebmaj7me So I started writing ^Ebmaj7songs, I started w^Friting ^Gmstories Something ^Fabout that glory ^Bbjust always seemed to ^Ebmaj7bore me 'Cause only those I really ^Ebmaj7love will ever really ^Fknow me

^GmOnce I was twenty ^Fyears ^Bbold, my story got ^Ebmaj7told Before the morning ^Ebmaj7sun, when life was ^Flonely ^GmOnce I was twenty ^Fyears ^Bbold ^Ebmaj7

^GmI only see ^Fmy ^Bbgoals, I don't believe in ^Ebmaj7failure 'Cause I know the smallest ^Ebmaj7voices, they can ^Fmake it major ^GmI got my boys ^Fwith ^Bbme, at least those in ^Ebmaj7favor And if we don't meet before ^Ebmaj7I leave, I hope I'll s^Fee you later

^GmOnce I was twenty ^Fyears ^Bbold, my story got ^Ebmaj7told I was writing about^Ebmaj7 everything I saw ^Fbefore me ^GmOnce I was twenty ^Fyears ^Bbold ^Ebmaj7

^GmSoon we'll be thirty ^Fyears ^Bbold, our songs have been ^Ebmaj7sold We've traveled around the ^Ebmaj7world and we're still ^Froaming ^GmSoon we'll be thirty y^Fears ^Bbold ^{Ebmaj7 Ebmaj7}

^GmI'm still learning about ^Bblife My woman brought children ^Ebmaj7for me ^FSo I can ^Gmsing them all my songs And I can ^Ftell them ^Gmstories Most of my boys are with ^Bbme Some are still out seeking ^Ebmaj7glory And some I had to leave ^Ebmaj7behind My brother, ^FI'm still so^Gmrry

^GmSoon I'll be sixty ^Fyears o^Bbld, my daddy got ^Ebmaj7sixty-one ^Ebmaj7Remember life, and then your life ^Fbecomes a better^Gm one ^GmI made a man so happy ^Bbwhen I wrote a letter once ^EbI hope my children come and visit once or twice a month

^GmSoon I'll be sixty ^Fyears ^Bbold, will I think the ^Ebmaj7world is cold Or will I have a l^Ebmaj7ot of children who can ^Fwarm me? ^GmSoon I'll be sixty ^Fyears o^Bbld

^GmOnce I was seven years ^Gm/Fold, my mama told ^Ebmaj7me, "Go make yourself some friends or you'll be ^Flonely." ^GmOnce I was seven years ^Bbold ^{Ebmaj7 Ebmaj7}

^GmOnce I was seven ^Fyears ^Bbold