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Capo on 2nd Fret
Good Ole Days
[D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A]
[D]We got up before [A]sunup to [D]get the work [A]done up,
We'd [A]work in the fields till the sun had gone [D]down. [D][A][D][A]
We've [D]stood and we [A]cried as we [D]helplessly [A]watched,
A [A]hail store a beating our crops to the [A]ground. [D][A][D][A]
And I've [G]gone to bed hungry many [D]nights as a lad,
In the good old [G]days, when times were [D]bad.
[D]I've seen daddy's [A]hands break [D]open and [A]bleed,
[A]I've seen him work till he's stiff as a [D]board.
I've seen momma [A]lay and [D]suffer in [A]sickness,
In [A]need of a doctor we couldn't [D]afford.[D][A][D][A]
Anything [G]at all was [D]more than we had,
In the good old [G]days, when times were [D]bad.[D7]
[G]No amount of money could buy from me,
The [C]memories that I have of [G]then.
No amount of money could pay me,
To go back and live [D7]through it [G]again. [A] [D][A][D][A]
We [D]got up [A]before and found [D]ice on the [D]floor,
Where [A]wind blew snow through the cracks in the [D]walls. [D][A][D][A]
And I've [D]walked many [A]miles to an [D]old country [A]school,
With [A]my lunch in the bib of my [D]overalls. [D][A][D][A]
Anything [G]at all was [D]more than we had,
In the good old [G]days, when times were [D]bad.[D7]
[G]No amount of money could buy from me,
The [C]memories that I have of [G]then.
No amount of money could pay me,
To go back and live [D7]through it [G]again. [A]
[D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D] [A] [D]
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