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G
Up in the bar all smoking cigars 
                                                Am
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar 
Em                            
Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far 
                                                C
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar 

G
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart 
                                      Am
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start 
Em
Pass me on the pain that you made into art 
                                         C
Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart 

G
When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things, 
                                           Am
Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings 
Em
They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul 
                                                    C
When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all 

G
While another man's crying in his beers and all 
                                     Am
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all 
Em
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised 
                                      C
For all we sing about better days, better days

G              Am
Ooo hoo Ooo hoo
Em
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray 
                                                C
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days 
G             Am
Ooo hoo Ooo hoo
Em
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away 
                                        C
In the future this will be the good ol' days

G
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl 
               Am
Now we're all lost 
Em
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost 
                                           C
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off 

G
You're playing real good, everybody sing along 
                                           Am
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along 
Em
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on 
                                     
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along 
      C
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard) 

G
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith 
                                         Am
They're bustin' on the streets seven days a week 
Em
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty 
                              C
They play, you listen, that's plenty 

G
It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uh 
                                        Am
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone 
Em
These are my people, these are my crowd 
                             C
And I'm never too proud to sing about

G              Am
Ooo hoo Ooo hoo
Em
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray 
                                                C
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days 
G             Am
Ooo hoo Ooo hoo
Em
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away 
                                        C
In the future this will be the good ol' days  (x8)

        D5
Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song 
                                         C5
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on 
  G5                                     C5 
Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh 

        D5
I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song 
                                        C5
Even the girl over there with the red dress on 
   G5                            C5
Singin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh 

   D5
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunes 
                                   C5
And the guys over there with the big tattoos 
  G5                                     C5
Are singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh 

       D5
The emo girls with the college degrees 
                                   C5
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's 
  G5          C5
Singin' ooh ooh

G Am Em C

G             Am
Oo ho ... Oo ho
Em                
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away 
                                      C
In the future these will be the good ol' days 
G             Am       Em        C
The good ol', the good ol' days [x8]
G         Am  Em      C
The good ol' days, yeah 
G   Am   Em   C
The good ol' days