Some Days

A F#m D A D F#m A Some days are good D A some years are not A knuckles on wood D nerves up in knots E D A Karma keeps me cautious and bourbon keeps me brave F#m D A And just a little too honest to believe that I am saved D F#m But I am still new at getting old A D Pay these dues and wear down these bones F#m A D Breakin' is easy and hopin’ is hard A E A And some days are good and some years aren't A Some people change D A some things don't A E A When life's a stage it's all mirrors and smoke E D A And everyone's a friend 'til the hard times come around E A F#m A But what I've learned I learned the way no one tells you about D F#m 'Cause I am still new at getting old A D I pay these dues and wear down these bones F#m A D Breakin' is easy and hopin’ is hard A E A 'Cause some days are good and some years aren't D F#m I am still new at getting old A D I've paid these dues, I've worn out these bones F#m A D Breakin' is easy, hopin’ is hard A E A D Some days are good and some years aren't A E F#m D Some days are good and some years aren't A E A But some days are good A D A D F#m A D