My old (C#m)friend,

this I re call

’cause the (A)times we had (Eno3d)vers es was the (F#m)hang in’ on my wall.

(B)do I would n’t (C#m)trade

them for gold, (G#m)here,

’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.