Capo on 2nd Fret

                                 Good Ole Days

(D) (A) (D) (A) (D) (A) (D) (A) (D) (A) (D) (A)

(D)We got up before (A)sunup to (D)get the work (A)done up,
We'd (A)work in the fields till the sun had gone (D)down. (D)(A)(D)(A)
We've (D)stood and we (A)cried as we (D)helplessly (A)watched,
A (A)hail store a beating our crops to the (A)ground. (D)(A)(D)(A)

And I've (G)gone to bed hungry many (D)nights as a lad,
In the good old (G)days, when times were (D)bad.

(D)I've seen daddy's (A)hands break (D)open and (A)bleed,
(A)I've seen him work till he's stiff as a (D)board.
I've seen momma (A)lay and (D)suffer in (A)sickness,
In (A)need of a doctor we couldn't (D)afford.(D)(A)(D)(A)

Anything (G)at all was (D)more than we had,
In the good old (G)days, when times were (D)bad.(D7)

(G)No amount of money could buy from me,
The (C)memories that I have of (G)then.
No amount of money could pay me,
To go back and live (D7)through it (G)again. (A) (D)(A)(D)(A)

We (D)got up (A)before and found (D)ice on the (D)floor,
Where (A)wind blew snow through the cracks in the (D)walls. (D)(A)(D)(A)

And I've (D)walked many (A)miles to an (D)old country (A)school,
With (A)my lunch in the bib of my (D)overalls. (D)(A)(D)(A)

Anything (G)at all was (D)more than we had,
In the good old (G)days, when times were (D)bad.(D7)

(G)No amount of money could buy from me,
The (C)memories that I have of (G)then.
No amount of money could pay me,
To go back and live (D7)through it (G)again. (A)
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