Chords for Ed Bruce ~~Fifteen To Forty Three ~~
Tempo:
103.5 bpm
Chords used:
C#
C
G#
G
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C] I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox [Dm] and opened a door to the past.
[G] Now I'm sitting [D] here [G] with my souvenirs and these faded old [C] photographs.
Writing back tears, looking back through the years, [Dm] wondering why dreams fade so fast.
[G] Now the young boy I see don't look like me, looking back from this old looking [C] glass.
The [Dm] [F] man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
[F] All the men that I've tried to beat [C] from fifteen to forty-three [G] never believed that they'd end up [C] like me.
There's [C#]
that touchdown I caught back when I thought [D#m] I'd play for the Cowboys someday.
[G#]
And there's you holding me in my faded fatigue coming home to the U.S. of [C#] A.
One after another, all my sweet dreams and lovers [D#m]
passed before my tear-filled eyes.
[G#]
Pictures of [D#] a fool who was [G#] selfish and [D#] cruel, till [G#] the day he made you say [C#] goodbye.
The [F#]
man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C#] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
All [F#] the men that I've tried to beat [C#] from fifteen to forty-three [G#]
never believed that they'd end up [C#] like me.
[G#] Oh, they never believed I'd be lonely [C#] like me.
[F#] [C#]
[N]
[C] I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox [Dm] and opened a door to the past.
[G] Now I'm sitting [D] here [G] with my souvenirs and these faded old [C] photographs.
Writing back tears, looking back through the years, [Dm] wondering why dreams fade so fast.
[G] Now the young boy I see don't look like me, looking back from this old looking [C] glass.
The [Dm] [F] man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
[F] All the men that I've tried to beat [C] from fifteen to forty-three [G] never believed that they'd end up [C] like me.
There's [C#]
that touchdown I caught back when I thought [D#m] I'd play for the Cowboys someday.
[G#]
And there's you holding me in my faded fatigue coming home to the U.S. of [C#] A.
One after another, all my sweet dreams and lovers [D#m]
passed before my tear-filled eyes.
[G#]
Pictures of [D#] a fool who was [G#] selfish and [D#] cruel, till [G#] the day he made you say [C#] goodbye.
The [F#]
man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C#] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
All [F#] the men that I've tried to beat [C#] from fifteen to forty-three [G#]
never believed that they'd end up [C#] like me.
[G#] Oh, they never believed I'd be lonely [C#] like me.
[F#] [C#]
[N]
Key:
C#
C
G#
G
Dm
C#
C
G#
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_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox [Dm] and opened a door to the past. _ _
_ [G] Now I'm sitting [D] here _ _ [G] with my souvenirs _ and these faded old _ [C] photographs. _ _
_ _ Writing back tears, looking back through the years, _ [Dm] wondering why dreams fade so fast. _ _
_ _ [G] Now the young boy I see _ don't look like me, _ looking back from this old looking [C] glass.
The [Dm] _ _ [F] man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
[F] All the men that I've tried to beat [C] from fifteen to forty-three [G] never believed that they'd end up [C] like me.
There's _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _
that touchdown I caught _ _ back when I thought _ [D#m] I'd play for the Cowboys someday.
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
And there's you holding me in my faded fatigue coming home to the U.S. of [C#] A.
_ _ _ _ One after _ another, all my sweet _ dreams and lovers _ [D#m]
passed before my tear-filled eyes.
_ _ _ _ [G#] _
Pictures of [D#] a fool _ who was [G#] selfish and [D#] cruel, till [G#] the day he made you say [C#] goodbye.
_ _ The _ [F#]
man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C#] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
All [F#] the men that I've tried to beat [C#] from fifteen to forty-three _ [G#]
never believed that they'd end up [C#] like me. _
_ [G#] Oh, they never believed I'd be lonely [C#] like me. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] I just cut the string on a dusty old shoebox [Dm] and opened a door to the past. _ _
_ [G] Now I'm sitting [D] here _ _ [G] with my souvenirs _ and these faded old _ [C] photographs. _ _
_ _ Writing back tears, looking back through the years, _ [Dm] wondering why dreams fade so fast. _ _
_ _ [G] Now the young boy I see _ don't look like me, _ looking back from this old looking [C] glass.
The [Dm] _ _ [F] man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
[F] All the men that I've tried to beat [C] from fifteen to forty-three [G] never believed that they'd end up [C] like me.
There's _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _
that touchdown I caught _ _ back when I thought _ [D#m] I'd play for the Cowboys someday.
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
And there's you holding me in my faded fatigue coming home to the U.S. of [C#] A.
_ _ _ _ One after _ another, all my sweet _ dreams and lovers _ [D#m]
passed before my tear-filled eyes.
_ _ _ _ [G#] _
Pictures of [D#] a fool _ who was [G#] selfish and [D#] cruel, till [G#] the day he made you say [C#] goodbye.
_ _ The _ [F#]
man in the mirror sees things so much clearer than [C#] the boy in the pictures with his eyes full of dreams.
All [F#] the men that I've tried to beat [C#] from fifteen to forty-three _ [G#]
never believed that they'd end up [C#] like me. _
_ [G#] Oh, they never believed I'd be lonely [C#] like me. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _