Chords for Conway Twitty - FIfteen To Forty Three

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_ I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox and [F#m] opened the door to the past. _ _
_ [B] Now I'm sitting here with my _ souvenir in this faded _ old [E] photograph. _ _
_ _ _ Fighting back tears, [E] looking back through the years, [F#m] and wondering why dreams fade so fast. _
_ _ [B] How the young boy I see don't look like the me reflected in this old looking glass.
[F#] The _ [A] _ man in the mirror, he's so much [B] clearer than [E] the boy in the picture with his eyes full [F#m] of dreams.
All [A] the men that I've tried to be [E] from fifteen to forty-three [B] never _ believed that they'd end up [E] like me. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F] As that touchdown [C] I caught _
[F] back when I thought [Gm] I'd play [Dm] for the [Gm] Cowboys someday. _ _ _
[C] There's you [F] holding me [C] in my faded fatigue, coming home to the U [F].S. of A. _ _ _
One after _ another, all my sweet dreams and lovers _
[Gm] passed before my tear-filled eyes. _ _ _ _
[C] Pictures [F] of a fool [C] who was selfish and cruel, till the day he made you say [F] goodbye. _ _ _
[A#] How the man in the mirror sees things so much [F] clearer than the boy in the picture with his eyes full of dreams.
[A#] All the men that I've tried to be [F] from fifteen to forty-three [C] never _ believed that they'd end up like [F] _
me.
_ No, I never _ believed I'd be lonely [F] like me. _ _ _ _
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