Photograph — Beginner Piano Tutorial

Look at this pho to graph, ev ’ry time I do, it makes me laugh. How did our eyes get so red? And what the hell is on Jo ey’s head? And this is where I grew up, I think the pres ent own er fixed it up. I nev er knew we ev er went with out, the sec ond floor is hard for sneak ing out. We used And this is where I went to school, most of the time, had bet ter things to do. Crim in al rec ord says I broke in twice, I must have done it half a doz en times. I won der if it’s girl too late, should I go back and try to grad u ate? Life’s bet ter now than it was back then, if I was them, I would n’t let me in. Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, God, I, I. Ev ’ry (Eb5)mem o ry of look ing out the back door, I had the (Bb)pho to al bum spread out on the bed room floor. It’s (Db6/9)hard to say it, time to say it, good bye, good bye. Ev ’ry (Eb5)mem o ry of walk ing out the front door, I found a (Bb)pho to of the friend that I was look ing for. It’s (Db6/9)hard to say it, time to say it, good bye, good bye. Re mem ber the old ar cade? Blew ev ’ry dol lar that we ev er made. The cops er hat ed us hang went in’ out, they said some bod y went and burned it down. We used to lis ten to the ra di o, and sing a long with ev ’ry song we’d know. We said some day we’d find out how it feels to sing to more than just the steer ing wheel. I Kim’s der the first girl I kissed, I was so ner vous that I near ly missed. She’s had a cou ple of kids since then, I have n’t seen her since God let knows when. Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, God, I, I. Ev ’ry (Eb5)mem o ry of look ing out the back door, I had the (Bb)pho to al bum spread out on the bed room floor. It’s (Db6/9)hard to say it, time to say it, good bye, good bye. Ev ’ry (Eb5)mem o ry of walk ing out the front door, I found a (Bb)pho to of the friend that I was look ing for. It’s (Db6/9)hard to say it, time to say it, good bye, good bye. good bye, good bye. I miss that town, I miss their fac es. You can’t e rase, you can’t re place it. I miss it now, I can’t be lieve it. So hard to stay, too hard to leave it. If I could re live those days, I know the one thing that would nev er change. Ev ’ry good bye, good bye. Look at this pho to graph, ev ’ry time I do, it makes me laugh. Ev ’ry time I do, it makes me...