We Used To Know

Em                  B
  Whenever I get to feel this way,
D                 A
  Hard to find new words to say,
C                   G           
  I think about the bad old days
F#           B
  We used to know.

Em                 B
  Nights of winter turn me cold --
D                 A
  Fears of dying, getting old.
C                     G
  We ran the race the race was won
F#           B
  By running slowly.

Em                   B
  Could be soon well cease to sound,
D                  A
  Slowly upstairs, faster down.
C                 G
  Then to revisit stony grounds,
F#           B
  We used to know.

Em                  B
  Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
D                  A
  Made no sense to leave the bed.
C                   G
  The bad old days they came and went
F#              B
  Giving way to fruitful years.

(Instrumental solo)

Em              B
  Saving up the birds in hand
D                 A
  While in the bush the others land.
C                   G
  Take what we can before the man
F#                B
  Says its time to go.

Em                  B
  Each to his own way I'll go mine.
D                 A
  Best of luck in what you find.
C                            G
  But for your own sake remember times
F#           B
  We used to know.
(Instrumental solo)