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