Chords for Song - Good ol' Days feat. Mic The Microphone and Jackle App
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
B
Dbm
E
Gb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [Dbm]
[Abm]
[B] [Dbm]
[B]
[Abm]
[Ab]
[Abm]
Take a seat, if you say a proper [B] spell I got a little story that I wanted to tell
Now would you stick around, take a listen and [Abm] see
Back in my day, dreams were always grand as can be
Now our streets are paved with gold and gems glimmering
Lighting up the skies, a new-less town shimmering
Waiting on nobody, cause we got stuff to do
To be [B] through with the new, we're talking [Bm] old school
Just to be back in your day, it was the promos that time
[Ab] Imagine all the great singing [Abm] together in rhymes
And listening together on old gramophone
And all those old videos, it was a hell of a time
Let me tell you youngin' men, the [E] old days were grand
[Abm] You'd walk down through the missions and your hooves in the sand
Have no worries, all those grand as can be
So everybody take a listen, open your eyes and see
I'll be free [B] on my [Abm] feet, and [Gb] you can't [B] say no
[Ebm] [E]
Some [Bbm] folks say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never [B] felt before
[Abm]
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm]
[Abm]
Skippity-bop, what's the name of that game?
Swinging like crazy, everyone goes insane
Try again, that's it, [Dbm] everyone wins
Why [Abm] isn't music like that anymore?
My god, [Dbm] everything is such a burnout
[Abm]
Everything's the same over again
With all the dippin' and hoppin' and the bippin' and the boppin'
They [B] don't know what the jazz is all about
You see, you look back at your days
I'm sure [Abm] you will experience this sometime
Cause when you grow old, everything [E] seems cold
[Abm] A new generation will arise
[Gb] [Abm]
[E] I'll [Db] be free through [B] the old days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no
[Ebm] Some [E] folks [Bbm] say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt before
I'll be free through [B] the old days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no
[Gb] Some
[Db] folks say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt [B] before
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm]
[Abm]
[Dbm]
[Abm]
[B] [Dbm]
[B]
[Abm]
[Ab]
[Abm]
Take a seat, if you say a proper [B] spell I got a little story that I wanted to tell
Now would you stick around, take a listen and [Abm] see
Back in my day, dreams were always grand as can be
Now our streets are paved with gold and gems glimmering
Lighting up the skies, a new-less town shimmering
Waiting on nobody, cause we got stuff to do
To be [B] through with the new, we're talking [Bm] old school
Just to be back in your day, it was the promos that time
[Ab] Imagine all the great singing [Abm] together in rhymes
And listening together on old gramophone
And all those old videos, it was a hell of a time
Let me tell you youngin' men, the [E] old days were grand
[Abm] You'd walk down through the missions and your hooves in the sand
Have no worries, all those grand as can be
So everybody take a listen, open your eyes and see
I'll be free [B] on my [Abm] feet, and [Gb] you can't [B] say no
[Ebm] [E]
Some [Bbm] folks say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never [B] felt before
[Abm]
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm]
[Abm]
Skippity-bop, what's the name of that game?
Swinging like crazy, everyone goes insane
Try again, that's it, [Dbm] everyone wins
Why [Abm] isn't music like that anymore?
My god, [Dbm] everything is such a burnout
[Abm]
Everything's the same over again
With all the dippin' and hoppin' and the bippin' and the boppin'
They [B] don't know what the jazz is all about
You see, you look back at your days
I'm sure [Abm] you will experience this sometime
Cause when you grow old, everything [E] seems cold
[Abm] A new generation will arise
[Gb] [Abm]
[E] I'll [Db] be free through [B] the old days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no
[Ebm] Some [E] folks [Bbm] say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt before
I'll be free through [B] the old days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no
[Gb] Some
[Db] folks say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt [B] before
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm]
[Abm]
[Dbm]
Key:
Abm
B
Dbm
E
Gb
Abm
B
Dbm
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_ _ _ _ _ Take a seat, if you say a proper [B] spell I got a little story that I wanted to tell
Now would you stick around, take a listen and [Abm] see
Back in my day, dreams were always grand as can be
Now our streets are paved with gold and gems glimmering
Lighting up the skies, a new-less town shimmering
Waiting on nobody, cause we got stuff to do
To be [B] through with the new, we're talking [Bm] old school
Just to be back in your day, it was the promos that time
[Ab] Imagine all the great singing [Abm] together in rhymes
And listening together on old gramophone
And all those old videos, it was a hell of a time
Let me tell you youngin' men, the [E] old days were grand
[Abm] You'd walk down through the missions and your hooves in the sand
Have no worries, all those grand as can be
So everybody take a listen, open your eyes and see
_ I'll be free [B] on my [Abm] feet, and [Gb] you can't [B] say no
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ [E]
Some [Bbm] folks say I'm a saint to me, _ [Abm] feelings I never [B] felt _ _ before
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_ Skippity-bop, what's the name of that game?
Swinging like crazy, everyone goes insane
Try again, that's it, [Dbm] everyone wins
Why [Abm] isn't music like that anymore?
My god, [Dbm] everything is such a burnout
[Abm] _
Everything's the same over again
With all the dippin' and hoppin' and the bippin' and the boppin'
They [B] don't know what the jazz is all about
You see, you look back at your days
I'm sure [Abm] you will experience this sometime
Cause when you grow old, everything [E] seems cold
[Abm] A new generation will arise _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [E] _ I'll [Db] be free through [B] the old _ days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no _
[Ebm] _ Some [E] _ folks [Bbm] say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt _ before _
_ _ I'll be free through [B] the old _ days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no
_ [Gb] Some _
[Db] _ folks say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt _ [B] _ before _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Take a seat, if you say a proper [B] spell I got a little story that I wanted to tell
Now would you stick around, take a listen and [Abm] see
Back in my day, dreams were always grand as can be
Now our streets are paved with gold and gems glimmering
Lighting up the skies, a new-less town shimmering
Waiting on nobody, cause we got stuff to do
To be [B] through with the new, we're talking [Bm] old school
Just to be back in your day, it was the promos that time
[Ab] Imagine all the great singing [Abm] together in rhymes
And listening together on old gramophone
And all those old videos, it was a hell of a time
Let me tell you youngin' men, the [E] old days were grand
[Abm] You'd walk down through the missions and your hooves in the sand
Have no worries, all those grand as can be
So everybody take a listen, open your eyes and see
_ I'll be free [B] on my [Abm] feet, and [Gb] you can't [B] say no
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ [E]
Some [Bbm] folks say I'm a saint to me, _ [Abm] feelings I never [B] felt _ _ before
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_ [Dbm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Skippity-bop, what's the name of that game?
Swinging like crazy, everyone goes insane
Try again, that's it, [Dbm] everyone wins
Why [Abm] isn't music like that anymore?
My god, [Dbm] everything is such a burnout
[Abm] _
Everything's the same over again
With all the dippin' and hoppin' and the bippin' and the boppin'
They [B] don't know what the jazz is all about
You see, you look back at your days
I'm sure [Abm] you will experience this sometime
Cause when you grow old, everything [E] seems cold
[Abm] A new generation will arise _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ I'll [Db] be free through [B] the old _ days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no _
[Ebm] _ Some [E] _ folks [Bbm] say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt _ before _
_ _ I'll be free through [B] the old _ days
[Abm] I'll walk deep close and [B] say no
_ [Gb] Some _
[Db] _ folks say I'm a saint to me, [Abm] feelings I never felt _ [B] _ before _ _ _ _
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