Good Old Days Are Gone Chords by Frank Foster
Tempo:
132.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Bb
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
[G]
[D]
Mr.
Collins he's a hurling [G] hay, but his barn is [D] falling.
He got a for sale sign [G] on a rusty 61 [D] Ford.
The train used to [G] stop down here at [D] the station,
but that old whistle, it [G] don't blow around here [D] no more.
And time [A] eases on,
[G] now the good old days [D] are gone.
Now old Mac, he was [G] an outlaw, ain't no [D] denying,
but Miss Juanita [G]
kept him coming [D] home.
Eleven [G] kids, seven decades [D] later,
like an old oak tree, [G]
he stands [D] alone.
She's laid beneath [A] the stone,
[G] and now his good old days [D] are gone.
Father [G] time, he's a [D] heartless hunter, [A] he'll sneak up from [D]
behind.
[G] Steal away [D] your youth and age [A] your mind.
[G] Take away all [D] the good things, [A] and the few good [Bb] folks [Bm] left around.
[G] Till everything you love is in the cold [A] ground.
Cause [D] old Butch, he was [G] a North Louisiana [D] legend,
a contrapreneur, [G]
first and last of [D] his kind.
So behind the counter at the [G] bait shop one [D] cold morning,
he shot some fire, and a small [D] town crowd.
So let the corny queen [A] say hello,
[G] cause the good old days [D] are gone.
So let the corny [A] queen say [A] hello,
[G] cause the good old days [A] are gone.
[D]
[D] [A] [D]
[G]
[D]
Mr.
Collins he's a hurling [G] hay, but his barn is [D] falling.
He got a for sale sign [G] on a rusty 61 [D] Ford.
The train used to [G] stop down here at [D] the station,
but that old whistle, it [G] don't blow around here [D] no more.
And time [A] eases on,
[G] now the good old days [D] are gone.
Now old Mac, he was [G] an outlaw, ain't no [D] denying,
but Miss Juanita [G]
kept him coming [D] home.
Eleven [G] kids, seven decades [D] later,
like an old oak tree, [G]
he stands [D] alone.
She's laid beneath [A] the stone,
[G] and now his good old days [D] are gone.
Father [G] time, he's a [D] heartless hunter, [A] he'll sneak up from [D]
behind.
[G] Steal away [D] your youth and age [A] your mind.
[G] Take away all [D] the good things, [A] and the few good [Bb] folks [Bm] left around.
[G] Till everything you love is in the cold [A] ground.
Cause [D] old Butch, he was [G] a North Louisiana [D] legend,
a contrapreneur, [G]
first and last of [D] his kind.
So behind the counter at the [G] bait shop one [D] cold morning,
he shot some fire, and a small [D] town crowd.
So let the corny queen [A] say hello,
[G] cause the good old days [D] are gone.
So let the corny [A] queen say [A] hello,
[G] cause the good old days [A] are gone.
[D]
Key:
D
G
A
Bb
Bm
D
G
A
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Mr.
Collins he's a hurling [G] hay, but his barn is [D] falling. _ _ _ _
_ He got a for sale sign [G] on a rusty 61 [D] Ford. _ _ _ _
_ _ The train used to [G] stop down here at [D] the station, _ _ _
_ but that old whistle, it [G] don't blow around here [D] no more.
_ And time [A] eases on, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ now the good old days [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now old Mac, he was [G] an outlaw, ain't no [D] denying, _ _ _ _
_ _ but Miss Juanita [G]
kept him coming [D] home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Eleven [G] kids, seven decades [D] later, _ _ _
_ _ like an old oak tree, [G]
he stands [D] alone.
_ She's laid beneath [A] the stone, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ and now his good old days [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ Father [G] time, he's a [D] heartless hunter, _ [A] he'll sneak up from [D]
behind.
_ _ [G] _ Steal away [D] your youth and age [A] your mind. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ Take away all [D] the good things, [A] and the few good [Bb] folks [Bm] left around.
_ [G] Till everything you love is in the cold [A] ground. _ _ _
_ Cause [D] old Butch, he was [G] a North Louisiana _ [D] legend, _ _ _
_ _ a _ contrapreneur, [G]
first and last of [D] his kind. _ _ _
_ _ So behind the counter at the [G] bait shop one [D] cold morning, _ _ _
_ _ he shot some fire, _ and a small [D] town crowd.
So let the corny queen [A] say hello, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ cause the good old days [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So let the corny [A] queen say [A] hello, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ cause the good old days [A] are gone.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Mr.
Collins he's a hurling [G] hay, but his barn is [D] falling. _ _ _ _
_ He got a for sale sign [G] on a rusty 61 [D] Ford. _ _ _ _
_ _ The train used to [G] stop down here at [D] the station, _ _ _
_ but that old whistle, it [G] don't blow around here [D] no more.
_ And time [A] eases on, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ now the good old days [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now old Mac, he was [G] an outlaw, ain't no [D] denying, _ _ _ _
_ _ but Miss Juanita [G]
kept him coming [D] home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Eleven [G] kids, seven decades [D] later, _ _ _
_ _ like an old oak tree, [G]
he stands [D] alone.
_ She's laid beneath [A] the stone, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ and now his good old days [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ Father [G] time, he's a [D] heartless hunter, _ [A] he'll sneak up from [D]
behind.
_ _ [G] _ Steal away [D] your youth and age [A] your mind. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ Take away all [D] the good things, [A] and the few good [Bb] folks [Bm] left around.
_ [G] Till everything you love is in the cold [A] ground. _ _ _
_ Cause [D] old Butch, he was [G] a North Louisiana _ [D] legend, _ _ _
_ _ a _ contrapreneur, [G]
first and last of [D] his kind. _ _ _
_ _ So behind the counter at the [G] bait shop one [D] cold morning, _ _ _
_ _ he shot some fire, _ and a small [D] town crowd.
So let the corny queen [A] say hello, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ cause the good old days [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So let the corny [A] queen say [A] hello, _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ cause the good old days [A] are gone.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _