Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
C#m
What is happening?
What is up?
Things sure are different
B
than when I was a pup.
Five dollar hot dogs,
strange fancy beers,
young skinny boys with their pants
Bm
below their rears,
A
D
young pretty girls who cov
A
D
Bm
er up their hair,
bearded lumberjacks
A
C#m
everywhere.
Nowadays things aren't
what they used to be.
B
You don't see all the things
you used to see.
This wasn't what the place was meant to be.
Bm
B
F#m
I feel like I'm living in another century.
B
A
D
A
Not sure if it's a new or an old one.
Bm
A modest or a bold one.
G
Em
Maybe I'll move to that
F#m
Bm
place on the shore.
F#m
E
Bm
Not sure I can take this place anymore.
C#m
But I'm not sure about the
sound of the sea
G#m
That's the kind of thing
that could really get to me
C#m
Call me a curmudgeon,
call me a nuisance
When I was a boy,
B
a hot dog cost a few cents
A jar of pickles cost a dollar and a half
F#m
B
Now I see a jar for ten,
don't make me laugh
A
D
What did you say?
A
D
It's artisanal?
A
Bm
What does that mean?
It's medicinal?
B
C#m
When I was a young man
there were like three beers,
now there are breweries
B
coming out your ears.
Every bar I step into has another
A
Bm
micro -brew.
A
D
A
D
Hearty lager, frothy ale,
Bm
A
muddy brown or deadly pale.
G
Em
Maybe I should go down
F#m
the 95 corridor,
Bm
F#m
D
E
move in with my sister
A
D
Bm
down in Florida.
C#m
E
Sit in swelter in tropical heat
C#m
G#m
All the people down there,
E
C#m
they don't know how to eat
E
B
E
An d what's with those kids
and the crazy things they wear?
with scarves on their hair
C#m
Don't they know that's
their prettiest part?
B
The best way to reach a
young man's heart
E
And these boys on skateboards
with hats and sunglasses
B
Loose -fitting jeans
that sag below their asses
C#m
I can't think of nothing more obnoxious
B
Than the sight of a teen
G#m
B
ager 's boxers
G
Em
Maybe I'll stay with my
F#m
Bm
son on Long Island
A
E
D
Bm
There at least the streets are silent
C#m
But what would I do?
C#m
It's too quiet there,
C#m
Now don't get me started
on the guys with bushy beards
B
That's a look that I find a little weird
Every guy's a mix
F#m
of Paul Bunyan and Walt Whitman
B
It's enough to make me
want to call a hitman
A
D
Like we used to do in the good old days
C#m
Bm
There was nothing wrong
C#m
C#sus4
C#m
B
F#m
D
A
C#m
with the good old days
C#sus4
C#m
G#m
B
D#m
B
E
B
E
B
A
B
C#m
B
I'm too old to change,
don't tell me I'm not
I'll just sit here in my shady spot
A
D
A
D
On my bench here by the park
C#m
Bm
Where I've always left my mark
C#m
And who knows,
maybe I'll exchange a couple sneers
With the skinny kids with their
B
pants below their rears
Smile at the Muslim girls
Bm
F#m
and sweet young dears
B
Try me one of them fancy beers
C#m
Say how are you to a passing lumberjack
B
See if he might say how are you back
Decide things aren't quite as bad as I feared
F#m
But I won't, won't, won't, won't,
C#m
C#sus4
C#m
won't, won't, won't
Forget about it
Outro 1
C#m
C#m
Как бы вы оценили эту песню?
ТюнерE A D G B E
АккордыC#m B Bm A D...
Больше песен от Dave Hall
Найдите и играйте аккорды для самых разных песен
Связанные песни
Найдите и играйте аккорды для самых разных песен
4.9
Популярные аккорды во всём мире
Самые популярные аккорды и табы среди всех пользователей