The Isaacs - Grandpa tell me bout the good old days

^GGrandpa, tell me 'bout the g^Cood old days Sometimes it f^Geels like This world's gone ^Dcrazy Gra^Gndpa, take me back to y^Cesterday ^GWhen the line between right and wrong D^Didn't seem so ^Ghazy

Did lovers really ^Cfall in love to stay Stand beside ^Geach other come what may? Was a promise really som^D7ething people kept Not just something they would ^Gsay, and then forget Did families really ^Fbow t^Gheir heads to ^Cpray? Did daddies really n^Gever go away? Oh, Gra^Amndpa, te^Dll me 'bout the good old ^Gdays

^GGrandpa, everything is changing fast ^CThey call it p^Grogress, but I just don't ^Dknow ^D7 And ^GGrandpa, take me back i^Cnto the past And paint me a^G picture ^Da long a^Ggo

Did lovers really ^Cfall in love to stay Stand beside ^Geach other come what may? Was a promise really ^Dsomething people kept Not just something they would ^Gsay and then forget? Did families really ^Cbow their heads to pray? Did daddies really n^Gever go away? Oh, ^Am7Grandpa, ^Dtell me 'bout the good old d^Gays Oh, ^Am7Grandpa, ^Dtell me 'bout the good old d^Gays