Old Folks Chords by John Denver
Tempo:
80.6 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
G#
F#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
The old folks [E] don't talk much, and they talk so slowly when [B] they do.
they are poor, their illusions all gone, they [E] share one heart for two.
homes all smell of time, of old photographs [B] and an old-fashioned song.
Though you may live in town, you live so far [E] away when you've lived too long.
Have they laughed too much?
[B] crack, talking of things gone by?
Have they cried too much?
[G#] still always seems to cloud the eye.
they are poor, their illusions all gone, they [E] share one heart for two.
homes all smell of time, of old photographs [B] and an old-fashioned song.
Though you may live in town, you live so far [E] away when you've lived too long.
Have they laughed too much?
[B] crack, talking of things gone by?
Have they cried too much?
[G#] still always seems to cloud the eye.
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B
E
G#
F#m
C#
B
E
G#
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_ The old folks [E] don't talk much, and they talk so slowly when [B] they do.
_ _ _ They are rich, they are poor, their illusions all gone, they [E] share one heart for two.
_ Their homes all smell of time, of old photographs [B] _ and an old-fashioned song.
Though you may live in town, you live so far [E] away when you've lived too long. _
Have they laughed too much?
Do their dry voices [B] crack, _ talking of things gone by?
Have they cried too much?
A tear or two [G#] still always seems to cloud the eye.
[C#] They tremble as they watch the old silver [F#m] clock when day is through.
[B] Tick-tock, so, so slow, it [C#m] says yes, it says no, it [G#] says,
I wait for you. _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ The old folks [E] dream no more, their books have gone to [B] sleep, the piano's out of tune,
the little cat is dead, and no more do they [E] sing on a Sunday afternoon.
_ The old folks move no more, their world's become too [B] small, their bodies feel like lead.
They might look out a window, or else sit in a chair, [E] or else they stay in bed.
And if they still go out, arm and arm, arm and [B] arm, in the morning's chill,
still have a good cry to say their last goodbye [G#] to one who's oldest still.
And then they go [C#] home to the old silver clock [F#m] when day is through.
Tick-tock, [B] so, so slow, it says yes, it [B] says no, it [G#] says, _ I wait for you. _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
The old folks _ never [E] die, _ [E] they just put down their heads [B] and go to sleep one day.
They'll hold each other's hands like children in the dark, [E] but one will get lost anyway.
And the other will remain just sitting in a room which [B] makes no sound.
It doesn't matter now, the song has died away [E] and echoes all around.
You'll see them as they walk through the sun-filled parks [B] where children run and play.
It hurts too much to smile, it hurts so much, [G#] but life goes on for still another day
as they [C#] try to escape the old silver [F#m] clock when day is through.
Tick-tock, [B] so, so slow, it says yes, it says no, it [G#] says, _ I wait for you.
The _ _ _ old, old [F#m] silver _ clock that's hanging [B] on the wall _ that _ waits _ for us [E] all. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ The old folks [E] don't talk much, and they talk so slowly when [B] they do.
_ _ _ They are rich, they are poor, their illusions all gone, they [E] share one heart for two.
_ Their homes all smell of time, of old photographs [B] _ and an old-fashioned song.
Though you may live in town, you live so far [E] away when you've lived too long. _
Have they laughed too much?
Do their dry voices [B] crack, _ talking of things gone by?
Have they cried too much?
A tear or two [G#] still always seems to cloud the eye.
[C#] They tremble as they watch the old silver [F#m] clock when day is through.
[B] Tick-tock, so, so slow, it [C#m] says yes, it says no, it [G#] says,
I wait for you. _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ The old folks [E] dream no more, their books have gone to [B] sleep, the piano's out of tune,
the little cat is dead, and no more do they [E] sing on a Sunday afternoon.
_ The old folks move no more, their world's become too [B] small, their bodies feel like lead.
They might look out a window, or else sit in a chair, [E] or else they stay in bed.
And if they still go out, arm and arm, arm and [B] arm, in the morning's chill,
still have a good cry to say their last goodbye [G#] to one who's oldest still.
And then they go [C#] home to the old silver clock [F#m] when day is through.
Tick-tock, [B] so, so slow, it says yes, it [B] says no, it [G#] says, _ I wait for you. _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
The old folks _ never [E] die, _ [E] they just put down their heads [B] and go to sleep one day.
They'll hold each other's hands like children in the dark, [E] but one will get lost anyway.
And the other will remain just sitting in a room which [B] makes no sound.
It doesn't matter now, the song has died away [E] and echoes all around.
You'll see them as they walk through the sun-filled parks [B] where children run and play.
It hurts too much to smile, it hurts so much, [G#] but life goes on for still another day
as they [C#] try to escape the old silver [F#m] clock when day is through.
Tick-tock, [B] so, so slow, it says yes, it says no, it [G#] says, _ I wait for you.
The _ _ _ old, old [F#m] silver _ clock that's hanging [B] on the wall _ that _ waits _ for us [E] all. _ _ _ _ _
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