Good Ol' Days
The ScriptVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,
Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul
When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
For all we sing about better days, better days
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off
You're playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're bustin' on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uh
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunes
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Are singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh
The emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's
Singin' ooh ooh
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol' days, yeah
The good ol' days
Hope it's alright,
JJB1.
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Readable chord sheet for Good Ol' Days by The Script
[G]Up in the bar all smoking cigars While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar [Em]Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start Pass me on the pain that you made into art Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things, Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all While another man's crying in his beers and all While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised For all we sing about better days, better days Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away In the future this will be the good ol' days Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl Now we're all lost Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off You're playing real good, everybody sing along If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on Sing a rebel song and watch us march along Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard) Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith They're bustin' on the streets seven days a week Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty They play, you listen, that's plenty It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uh Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone These are my people, these are my crowd And I'm never too proud to sing about Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days [x8] Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song Even the old man there with the paddy hat on Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song Even the girl over there with the red dress on Singin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunes And the guys over there with the big tattoos Are singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh The emo girls with the college degrees And the tag along friends with the fake ID's Singin' ooh ooh Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days [x8] The good ol' days, yeah The good ol' days Hope it's alright, JJB1.