D
G
D
G
D
G
D
I guess I’m an old-fashioned dreamer,
A
walking the street on my own,
D
G
D
out of date, like the old-fashioned steamer,
A
D
no longer feeling at home.
G
D
A
D
For now romance has gone, time races on, but I still remember
D
A
D
G
the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors,
D
A
D
and the old nickelodeon sound.
D
A
D
A
A7
D
A
D
A
D
A
A7
D
G
D
A
D
The old cobblestone street echoes of feet like distant reminders,
D
A
D
G
of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors,
D
A
D
and the old nickelodeon sound.
D
G
D
There used to be all kinds of places,
A
where people like me used to go,
D
G
D
full of rough but friendly old faces,
A
D
looking for someone to know.
G
D
A
D
But now, they only belong in old films or songs almost forgotten,
D
A
D
G
like the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors,
D
A
D
and the old nickelodeon sound.
D
A
D
A
A7
D
A
D
A
D
A
A7
D
G
D
A
D
The old cobblestone street echoes of feet like distant reminders,
D
A
D
G
of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors,
D
A
D
A
D
D7
G
D
A
A7
D
and the old nickelodeon sou…………nd.
D
G
A7
D7
A
