Ron Pope - The good old days

When the ^Cbabies are grown ^Gup, and they’ve m^Doved so far ^Emaway^D To ^Clive their lives, only ^Gcall sometimes, we’ll l^Dearn to be okay One d^Cay we’ll long for the c^Ghaos of this ^Dcrowded, messy ^Emhous^De ‘cause the ^Cgood old days are ^Dhappening right ^Gnow.

I w^Cill remember y^Gou walking t^Dowards me in that dr^Emess^D, Long ^Cafter I’ve fo^Grgotten my own n^Dame. As every o^Cther thing a^Gbout me c^Dracks and fades ^Emaway^D, The ^Cway I love you s^Gtays and stays ^Dand stays

When the ^Cbabies are grown ^Gup, and they’ve m^Doved so far ^Emaway^D To ^Clive their lives, only ^Gcall sometimes, we’ll l^Dearn to be okay One d^Cay we’ll long for the c^Ghaos of this ^Dcrowded, messy ^Emhous^De ‘cause the ^Cgood old days are ^Dhappening right ^Gnow.

I u^Csed to carry y^Gou 20 b^Dlocks upon my ^Embac^Dk, Late n^Cights when your s^Ghoes would hurt your f^Deet. Seems a th^Cousand lives a^Ggo, but the m^Demories just as s^Emwee^Dt, and you k^Cept me safe from m^Guch worse things than g^Dlass out on the street.

When the ^Cbabies are grown ^Gup, and they’ve m^Doved so far ^Emaway^D To ^Clive their lives, only ^Gcall sometimes, we’ll l^Dearn to be okay One d^Cay we’ll long for the c^Ghaos of this ^Dcrowded, messy ^Emhous^De ‘cause the ^Cgood old days are ^Dhappening right ^Gnow.

^D/F#May I ^Emget to wake ^Dbeside you twenty t^Chousand mornings ^Gmore, ^D/F#May the ^Emonly thing that ^Dwe don’t have ^Cenough of soon be b^Gorn,

^D/F#May we ^Emlive to love each o^Dther, even ^Cmore than^C/B we do ^Gnow, ^G/Esome^Dhow [Chorus] When the ^Cbabies are grown ^Gup, and they’ve m^Doved so far ^Emaway^D To ^Clive their lives, only ^Gcall sometimes, we’ll l^Dearn to be okay One d^Cay we’ll long for the c^Ghaos of this ^Dcrowded, messy ^Emhous^De ‘cause the ^Cgood old days are ^Dhappening right ^Emnow. ‘cause the ^Cgood old days are ^Dhappening right ^Gnow.