A
Dbm
D
E
A
And all these sad yound men
Dbm
paraiding through their lives
D
the girls that they have loved have now
A
E
become expensive wifes
A
They think they know it all
Dbm
and in some ways they do
D
they’re reaching out for better times
E7
if they only knew
A
These are the good old days
D
Bm
this is the best time of my life
E
F#m
the best I’ve ever known
Bm
G
E
and it won’t ever be the same again
A
These are the good old days
D
Bm
and when my clothes are out of style
E
F#m
and life is slowing down
G
E
I’ll know what I have done
A
While all this sad young men
Dbm
go marchin’ up to walk
D
the old men shake their heads and say
A
E
we’ve seen it all before
A
But how are they to know
Dbm
lessons take so long
D
and by the time they found the answer
E7
life is almost gone
A
These are the good old days
D
Bm
this is the best time of my life
E
F#m
the best I’ve ever known
Bm
G
E
and it won’t ever be the same again
A
These are the good old days
D
Bm
and when my clothes are out of style
E
F#m
and life is slowing down
G
E
I’ll know what I have done
A
Dbm
D
E7
E
Bm
F#m
G
