(days.) I wish some bod y would have told me then,

that some day these will be the good old days.

All the (Cm)love you (Gm)won’t for get

and all these reck less (Gm)nights you won’t re gret.

Some day soon, your whole life’s (Ab)gon na change.

You’ll miss the (Eb)mag ic of these (Ab)good old days.

I was (Eb)think ing ’bout the band, I was think ing ’bout the fans.

We were (Ab)un der ground load ing merch in that twelve pas sen ger van.

In a (Eb)small club in Min ne so ta and the snow out side of First Ave.

I just (Ab)want ed my name in a star; now look at where we at.

Still grow ing (Eb)up,

still grow ing (Ab)up,

I’d be lay in my (Cm)bed and dream a bout what I’d be come.

Could n’t wait to get (Eb)old er, could n’t wait to be (Ab)some one.

Now that I’m (Cm)here,

wish ing I was still (Ab)young.

Those good old (days.) I wish some bod y would have told me then,

that some day these will be the good old days.

All the (Cm)love you (Gm)won’t for get

and all these reck less (Gm)nights you won’t re gret.

Some day soon, your whole life’s (Ab)gon na change.

You’ll miss the (Eb)mag ic of these (Ab)good old days.

I was (Eb)think ing ’bout the band, I was think ing ’bout the fans.

We were (Ab)un der ground load ing merch in that twelve pas sen ger van.

In a (Eb)small club in Min ne so ta and the snow out side of First Ave.

I just (Ab)want ed my name in a star; now look at where we at.

Still grow ing (Eb)up,

still grow ing (Ab)up,

I’d be lay in my (Cm)bed and dream a bout what I’d be come.

Could n’t wait to get (Eb)old er, could n’t wait to be (Ab)some one.

Now that I’m (Cm)here,

wish ing I was still (Ab)young.

Those good old (Ab)was.

Those good old miss ing out on now.

We’ve come so (Eb)far;

I guess I’m (Ab)proud.

And I ain’t (Cm)wor ried ’bout the wrin kles ’round my smile.

I’ve got some (Eb)scars,

I’ve been a (Ab)round.

I’ve known some (Cm)pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here (Ab)now.

Those good old (Eb)days.

Oh, oh, you don’t know,

(Ab)oh, oh, what you’ve got,

(Eb)oh, oh, till it goes,

(Ab)oh, oh, till it’s gone.

(Eb)days.

Oh, oh, you don’t know,

(Ab)oh, oh, what you’ve got,

(Eb)oh, oh, till it goes,

(Ab)oh, oh, till it’s gone.

till it’s gone.

I wish some bod y would have told me then,

that some day these will be the good old days.

All the (Cm)love you (Gm)won’t for get

and all these reck less (Gm)nights you won’t re gret.

Some day soon, your whole life’s (Ab)gon na change.

You’ll miss the (Eb)mag ic of these (Ab)good old days.