Grandpa Tell Me Bout The Good Old Days

G[D]randpa, tell me 'bout the good [G]old days
Sometimes it f[D]eels like This world's gone [A]crazy
Gra[D]ndpa, take me back to yesterday[G]
[D]When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy     [A7]
(Chorus)
Did lovers really fall in[G] love to stay
And stand beside each ot[D]her come what may?
Was a promise really som[A7]ething people kept
Not just something they would say?       [D]
Did families really bow [G]their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go[D] away?
Oh, Gra[Em]ndpa, te[G]ll me 'bout the good old day[D]s

[D]Grandpa, everything is [G]changing fast
[D]We call it progress, but I just don't know       [A]
And Grandpa,[D] let's wander back into the past                       [G]
[D]And paint me the picture Of long ago    [A7]

Did lovers really fall [G]in love to stay
And stand beside each other com[D]e what may?
Was a promise really somethi[A7]ng people kept
Not just something they would say and th[D]en forget?
Did families real[G]ly bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies real[D]ly never go away?
[Em]Oh, Grandpa, [G]tell me 'bout the good old days    [D]
[Em]           [G]                                  [D]

Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days