Naomi Judd
[G] [D] [A7] [D]
[D] Grandpa, tell me ’bout the [G] good old days
Sometimes it [D] feels like This world’s gone [A7] crazy [A]
[D] Grandpa, take me back to [G] yesterday
When the line between [D] right and wrong
[A7] Didn’t seem so [D] hazy
Did lovers really [G] fall in love to stay
And stand beside each [D] other come what may?
Was a promise really [A7] something people kept
Not just something they would [D] say?
Did families really [G] bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really [D] never go away?
Oh-Oh, [Em] Grandpa, [A] tell me ’bout the good old [D] days
[G] [D] [A7] [D]
[D] Grandpa, everything is [G] changing fast
We call it [D] progress, but I just don’t [A7] know
And [D] Grandpa, let’s wander back in-[G]to the past
And paint me [D] the picture [A7] of long ago
Did lovers really [G] fall in love to stay
And stand beside each [D] other come what may?
Was a promise really [A7] something people kept
Not just something they would [D] say?
Did families really [G] bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really [D] never go away?
Oh-Oh, [Em] Grandpa, [A] tell me ’bout the good old [D] days
Oh-Oh, [Em] Grandpa, [A] tell me ’bout the good old [D] days
[G] [D] [A7] [D] .
[G] [D] [A7] [D] .
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Did families really [G] bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really [D] never go away?
