Em B
Whenever I get to feel this way,
D A
Try to find new words to say,
C G F#
I think about the bad old days
B
We used to know.
Em B
Nights of winter turn me cold
D A
Fears of dying, getting old.
C G F#
We ran the race and the race was won
B
By running slowly.
Em B
Could be soon well cease to sound,
D A
Slowly upstairs, faster down.
C G F#
Then to revisit stony grounds,
B
We used to know.
Em B
Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
D A
Made no sense to leave the bed.
C G F#
The bad old days they came and went
B
Giving way to fruitful years.
SOLO DE FLAUTA, 3 ESTROFAS, ACORDES CONTINÚAN IGUALES
Em B
Saving up the birds in hand
D A
While in the bush the others land.
C G F#
Take what we can before the man
B
Says its time to go.
Em B
Each to his own way Ill go mine.
D A
Best of luck in what you find.
C G F#
But for your own sake remember times
B
We used to know.
SOLO DE GUITARRA, 3 ESTROFAS, ACORDES CONTINUAN IGUALES