All Good Things Past

Intro 

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[Verso 1]


C/G 
Well, all good things pass 
         F                         C/G 
And your boy got himself into some trouble again 
    Am                          G                  C 
But all my friends are bound to share in this denial 



[Refrão]

        F                           C 
And the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep me from 
  G                C 
A down-South comeback smile 
     F            C             G                  C 
That Oklahoman popsicle frozen, empties on a burn pile 


[Verso 2]


C/G 
So keep us in your prayers 
           F                     C/G 
We've been burnin' that midnight oil 
          Am                   G            C 
What if I told you it'll never burn out now? 



[Refrão]

              F                           C 
Well, and the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep us from 
G              C 
God's unending love 
     F            C             G             C 
That Oklahoman popsicle frozen, empties on barren blood 


Interlude 
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Well, all good things pass, but there are better things ahead 
  Am            G/B            C/G                F 
Nostalgia has a way of lookin' better in your head 
       Am             G/B            C               F 
You'll turn around to see eyes brown shinin' in deep June 
      Am              G/B                   C 
Well, all good things pass, there's tin and bloom 


Interlude 
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[Verso 3]


C/G 
And all good things pass 
         F                  C/G 
Like the cold Philadelphian winter streets 
   Am                    G                    C 
On New Year's Eve when I couldn't find my way home 


[Refrão]

              F                           C 
Well, and the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep me from 
G                      C 
Cryin' on the telephone 
       F                   C                    G                    C 
With McGlinchey's open, my hands were frozen, pilin' empties all day long 



[Verso 4]


C/G 
Well, all good things pass 
         F                         C/G 
And your boy got himself into some trouble again 
    Am                          G                   C 
But all my friends are bound to pass this grin around 



[Refrão]

              F                           C 
Well, and the comin' of the Lord couldn't keep us from 
  G                    C 
A curse word back down South 
     F            C                  G                       C 
That Oklahoman popsicle frozen while mama says to watch your mouth 


Interlude 
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Outro 
C/G 
Well, all good things pass 
         F                             C/G 
And your boy has got himself into some trouble again 
    Am                          G                  C 
But all my friends are bound to share in this denial