The Good Old Days

C G D A G D D He still likes the bar room's G D Dim-lit smoky atmosphere G D The different kinds of perfumes G A Conversations he overhears D He's just one of many winding down G D Or winding up the night G D The only way he knows to let loose A D Is to hold on tight C G D And he'll never lose that hold A G D He'll never change his ways C G D The good times won't grow old Am G D These are the good old days C G D A G D D He's got no broken romance that sent G D Him wonderin' way back when G D He carries the torch for no one G A That's the way it's always been D He's just one of the chosen few G D Who won't push or toe the line G D He knows he'd only lose his heart A D But he'd never lose his mind C G D No. he'll never lose that hold A G D He'll never change his ways C G D The good times won't grow old Am G D These are the good old days C G D No. he'll never lose that hold A G D He'll never change his ways C G D The good times won't grow old Am G D These are the good old days Am G D These are the good old days D D|-0------------