Chords for Olivia Collingsworth - Grandpa (Tell Me Bout The Good Old Days)

[E] _ _ _ _ _ O Grandpa, _ take me [A] back to good old days, some [E] time to see, _ this world is a [B] one place.
O _ [E] Grandpa, _ take me back to [A] yesterday, where the line [E] we divided [B] wrong, wasn't quite so hazy.
When people [D] feel you care for those [A] things, soon these [E] habits should have no more name.
When [B] a promise was something [B] you kept, [E] not something you just take,
for a day, it's [D] when you bow your head [A] in praise, that is [E] when you never went away.
O [F#m] Grandpa, tell me [E] about the good old days.
_ O Grandpa, _ everything [A] is changing fast, some [E] columns are gray, but I [B] just don't know.
O _ _ [E] _
Grandpa, take me [A] back to the past, and paint [E] the empty [B] external world of long [E] ago.
For a long time, [D] we held [A] another's hand, soon these [E] habits should have no more name.
When [B] a promise was something you kept, [E] not something you just take,
for a day, it's [D] when you bow your head in [A] praise, that is when you never went [E] away.
O [C#m] Grandpa, [E] tell me about the good old days.
For a couple [D] fifty [A] fell in love to stay, [F#] soon these habits should have no [E] more name.
When [G#m] a promise was something you kept, [E] not something you just take,
for a _ [D] _
couple fifty fell in love to stay, [E] soon these habits should have no more name.
O [F#] Grandpa, take me [E] back to the past, _ _ _ [F#m] _
and paint the empty external [E] world of long ago.
[C#m] O [F#m] Grandpa, [A] tell me about the good old days.
[E] _ _