Memories Chords by Dan Hill
Tempo:
111.1 bpm
Chords used:
E
C#
B
G#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[C#m]
[A] [E] [F#m]
[D] [F#] [E]
Memories of when I was [G#m] a little boy, [B] four years old, [G#] waiting for [D] [G#] my daddy to [C#] come home.
[F#m] Now I look into the eyes [C#] of my own son, wondering what [A] he's thinking of, waiting at [E] the [B] window when I come home.
[A] Watch his eyes fill up with [C#] joy and [B] wonder, [F#m] he reaches out his [E] [G#m] tiny hand, [E] I [A] feel the bond [E] between [B] boy and man.
[E] Memories of my mom crying, [G#m] my daddy gone for weeks at a time, [G#] not knowing how to comfort her.
[C#] Face in my pillow, pretending not to hear, [F#m] now I write this letter to [C#] my little boy.
I'm far away, [A] not knowing really what to [F#m] [E] say, except [B] I'm sorry, oh so sorry.
[C#m] I don't want to make the same [E] [D] mistakes my [E] daddy [D] made with me.
Still his [A] voice rolls off my tongue, [G] but I say boy, [E] protect your [B] mom.
[F#] Memories of my wife crying [C#] on the phone, wondering when [C#m] I'm coming home.
My [E] voice sounds [C#] detached and [D#] cold, reminds me of someone [G#m] that I knew, he had a [D#] funny attitude.
When I [B] needed him to be all the things only [C#] a daddy could [F#] be to [C#] me.
[D#m] And I don't want to make the same [F#] mistakes my daddy [E] made with me.
Still his voice [B] rolls off my tongue, [A] but I say not now, [C#] I'm busy son.
[D#m]
[B] [E]
[B]
[A]
[G#] Memories of lying in bed with my [D#] wife and son, overwhelmed [D#m] by so much love.
Trying to explain [Cm] how a man can cry, yet still be happy, [A#m] thinking of all the dumb [F] mistakes I've made.
Now I understand [G#] my [C#] father's pain, he did the best [D#] with what he knew.
I love you [G#] daddy.
[C#] I watch my son fall asleep and [D#] wonder what he'll think [G#] of me [A#m] when years from now,
[Cm] he [G#] sees his son [C#] reaching out his [D#]
tiny hands for [Fm] love.
[G#] [F#]
[C#m]
[A] [E] [F#m]
[D] [F#] [E]
Memories of when I was [G#m] a little boy, [B] four years old, [G#] waiting for [D] [G#] my daddy to [C#] come home.
[F#m] Now I look into the eyes [C#] of my own son, wondering what [A] he's thinking of, waiting at [E] the [B] window when I come home.
[A] Watch his eyes fill up with [C#] joy and [B] wonder, [F#m] he reaches out his [E] [G#m] tiny hand, [E] I [A] feel the bond [E] between [B] boy and man.
[E] Memories of my mom crying, [G#m] my daddy gone for weeks at a time, [G#] not knowing how to comfort her.
[C#] Face in my pillow, pretending not to hear, [F#m] now I write this letter to [C#] my little boy.
I'm far away, [A] not knowing really what to [F#m] [E] say, except [B] I'm sorry, oh so sorry.
[C#m] I don't want to make the same [E] [D] mistakes my [E] daddy [D] made with me.
Still his [A] voice rolls off my tongue, [G] but I say boy, [E] protect your [B] mom.
[F#] Memories of my wife crying [C#] on the phone, wondering when [C#m] I'm coming home.
My [E] voice sounds [C#] detached and [D#] cold, reminds me of someone [G#m] that I knew, he had a [D#] funny attitude.
When I [B] needed him to be all the things only [C#] a daddy could [F#] be to [C#] me.
[D#m] And I don't want to make the same [F#] mistakes my daddy [E] made with me.
Still his voice [B] rolls off my tongue, [A] but I say not now, [C#] I'm busy son.
[D#m]
[B] [E]
[B]
[A]
[G#] Memories of lying in bed with my [D#] wife and son, overwhelmed [D#m] by so much love.
Trying to explain [Cm] how a man can cry, yet still be happy, [A#m] thinking of all the dumb [F] mistakes I've made.
Now I understand [G#] my [C#] father's pain, he did the best [D#] with what he knew.
I love you [G#] daddy.
[C#] I watch my son fall asleep and [D#] wonder what he'll think [G#] of me [A#m] when years from now,
[Cm] he [G#] sees his son [C#] reaching out his [D#]
tiny hands for [Fm] love.
[G#] [F#]
Key:
E
C#
B
G#
A
E
C#
B
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [F#m] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _
_ _ Memories of when I was [G#m] a little boy, [B] four years old, [G#] waiting for [D] [G#] my daddy to [C#] come _ home. _ _ _
_ [F#m] Now I look into the eyes [C#] of my own son, wondering what [A] he's thinking of, waiting at [E] the [B] window _ when I come home.
[A] Watch his eyes fill up with [C#] joy and [B] wonder, _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] he reaches out his [E] [G#m] tiny hand, [E] I [A] feel the bond [E] between [B] boy and man.
[E] Memories of my mom crying, [G#m] my daddy gone for weeks at a time, [G#] not knowing how to comfort her.
[C#] Face in my pillow, pretending not to hear, [F#m] now I write this letter to [C#] my little boy.
I'm far away, [A] not knowing really what to [F#m] [E] say, except [B] I'm sorry, oh so sorry.
[C#m] I don't want to make the same [E] [D] mistakes my [E] daddy [D] made with me.
Still his [A] voice rolls off my tongue, [G] but I say boy, [E] protect your [B] mom.
_ [F#] _ Memories of my wife crying [C#] on the phone, wondering when [C#m] I'm coming home.
My [E] voice sounds [C#] detached and [D#] cold, reminds me of someone [G#m] that I knew, he had a [D#] funny attitude.
_ When I [B] needed him to be all the things only [C#] a daddy could [F#] be to [C#] me.
[D#m] And I don't want to make the same [F#] mistakes my daddy [E] made with me.
Still his voice [B] rolls off my tongue, [A] but I say not now, [C#] I'm busy son.
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ Memories of lying in bed with my [D#] wife and son, _ overwhelmed [D#m] by so much love.
Trying to explain [Cm] how a man can cry, yet still be happy, [A#m] thinking of _ all the dumb [F] mistakes I've made.
Now I understand [G#] my [C#] father's pain, he did the best [D#] with what he knew.
I love you [G#] daddy.
[C#] I watch my son fall _ asleep and [D#] wonder what he'll think [G#] of me [A#m] when years from now,
[Cm] he [G#] sees his son [C#] reaching out his [D#]
tiny hands for [Fm] _ love. _ _
_ _ [G#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [F#m] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _
_ _ Memories of when I was [G#m] a little boy, [B] four years old, [G#] waiting for [D] [G#] my daddy to [C#] come _ home. _ _ _
_ [F#m] Now I look into the eyes [C#] of my own son, wondering what [A] he's thinking of, waiting at [E] the [B] window _ when I come home.
[A] Watch his eyes fill up with [C#] joy and [B] wonder, _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] he reaches out his [E] [G#m] tiny hand, [E] I [A] feel the bond [E] between [B] boy and man.
[E] Memories of my mom crying, [G#m] my daddy gone for weeks at a time, [G#] not knowing how to comfort her.
[C#] Face in my pillow, pretending not to hear, [F#m] now I write this letter to [C#] my little boy.
I'm far away, [A] not knowing really what to [F#m] [E] say, except [B] I'm sorry, oh so sorry.
[C#m] I don't want to make the same [E] [D] mistakes my [E] daddy [D] made with me.
Still his [A] voice rolls off my tongue, [G] but I say boy, [E] protect your [B] mom.
_ [F#] _ Memories of my wife crying [C#] on the phone, wondering when [C#m] I'm coming home.
My [E] voice sounds [C#] detached and [D#] cold, reminds me of someone [G#m] that I knew, he had a [D#] funny attitude.
_ When I [B] needed him to be all the things only [C#] a daddy could [F#] be to [C#] me.
[D#m] And I don't want to make the same [F#] mistakes my daddy [E] made with me.
Still his voice [B] rolls off my tongue, [A] but I say not now, [C#] I'm busy son.
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ Memories of lying in bed with my [D#] wife and son, _ overwhelmed [D#m] by so much love.
Trying to explain [Cm] how a man can cry, yet still be happy, [A#m] thinking of _ all the dumb [F] mistakes I've made.
Now I understand [G#] my [C#] father's pain, he did the best [D#] with what he knew.
I love you [G#] daddy.
[C#] I watch my son fall _ asleep and [D#] wonder what he'll think [G#] of me [A#m] when years from now,
[Cm] he [G#] sees his son [C#] reaching out his [D#]
tiny hands for [Fm] _ love. _ _
_ _ [G#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _