My old (C#m)friend,
this I re call
’cause the (A)times we had es was the (F#m)hang in’ on my wall.
I would n’t (C#m)trade
them for gold,
’cause they (A)laugh and they cry me, they (A)some how sanc ti fy me, the (A)wom an in the sto ries I have told
and tell a gain.
My old (C#m)friend,
I a pol o gize
for the (A)years that have past since the last time you and I dust ed off
those mem o ries.
But the (A)run nin’ and the rac es, the (A)peo ple and the plac es, there was (A)al ways some where else I had to be.
And time gets (Bsus)thin,
my old (C#m)friend.
Don’t know (E)why,
don’t know (E)why.
Don’t know (E)why,
don’t know (E)why.
Don’t know
My old (C#m)friend.
Good (E)bye,
good (E)bye.
Good (E)bye,
good (E)bye,
my old (A)friend,
my old (Eno3d)friend.
Good (A)bye,
good (Asus2)bye.
This page shows “My Old Friend” by Tim McGraw in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of E at 184 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.