Chords for These Golden Days Written And Performed By Stephen Fearing
Tempo:
75.6 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
F#
F#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
So now I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave.
I see myself much better [F#m] now than in my younger days.
[E] Some people are obsessed with time because it rains on [A] the parade.
[E] Oh, but time is just a silver thread [F#] woven through these [E] golden days.
[F#] [E] I used to know a [E] woman.
She proclaimed that she loved her man.
I said, no, you love the idea more.
But she didn't understand.
[A] She imagined [E] love like a velvet glove that takes all the [A] pain away.
Oh, but love is just a silver thread woven [F#] through these golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks of our [A] breath.
[E] Every hero and every villain is a man [F#] and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your preconceptions [E] and throw them out of the place.
You [F#m] got nothing but your birth date suit [F#] and these golden [E] days.
I met a genuine celebrity.
His ambition was his jail.
Every day he locked himself [F#m] inside a fantastic [B]
fairy tale.
[A] He thought of [E] fame like a black limousine headed out to [A] the last hooray.
Oh, but [C#m] fame is just a [A] silver thread woven through these golden days.
[E] [F#] A gambler and a priest were playing stud one rainy day.
The gambler met with his heart and his [F#m] soul and the priest counted [F#] cards like [A] faith.
He raised his [E] eyes down to the sun.
The gambler [A] raised his stakes saying,
please, [E] just a silver [B] thread woven through these [E] golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
[E] Every king and every joker [F#m] is a man and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions and throw them [A] out of the place.
[E] You got nothing but your birth date suit [B] and these [E] golden days.
[F#] [E] So when the song [A] is over and [F#] the last chord shimmers [E] and dies,
I drive away through darkened [F#m] streets with my [B] stars of moonlight
[A] to lay me down [E] on the strange sheets of [A] autographed flannels that I made.
And [E] I turn my face toward the [F#] dawn and the golden [E] day.
The future lies before us as the passion's cleaned away.
All the fast roads and the back [F#m] roads stretch between [B] the hurricanes.
[A] All the things we [E] wish we'd never done and the love we [A] hoped would stay.
Regret is just [E] a silver [F#m] thread woven through these golden days.
[E] These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
Every star and every one of [F#m] these has a beginning [F#] and an end.
[A] So light a fire, take your [E] preconceptions and throw them out of the place.
You got nothing but your birth date [B] suit and these [E] golden days.
[A] Light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions, throw them [A] out of the place.
[E] You got [F#m] nothing but your birth date [B] suit now and these golden [E] days.
Golden days.
So now I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave.
I see myself much better [F#m] now than in my younger days.
[E] Some people are obsessed with time because it rains on [A] the parade.
[E] Oh, but time is just a silver thread [F#] woven through these [E] golden days.
[F#] [E] I used to know a [E] woman.
She proclaimed that she loved her man.
I said, no, you love the idea more.
But she didn't understand.
[A] She imagined [E] love like a velvet glove that takes all the [A] pain away.
Oh, but love is just a silver thread woven [F#] through these golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks of our [A] breath.
[E] Every hero and every villain is a man [F#] and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your preconceptions [E] and throw them out of the place.
You [F#m] got nothing but your birth date suit [F#] and these golden [E] days.
I met a genuine celebrity.
His ambition was his jail.
Every day he locked himself [F#m] inside a fantastic [B]
fairy tale.
[A] He thought of [E] fame like a black limousine headed out to [A] the last hooray.
Oh, but [C#m] fame is just a [A] silver thread woven through these golden days.
[E] [F#] A gambler and a priest were playing stud one rainy day.
The gambler met with his heart and his [F#m] soul and the priest counted [F#] cards like [A] faith.
He raised his [E] eyes down to the sun.
The gambler [A] raised his stakes saying,
please, [E] just a silver [B] thread woven through these [E] golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
[E] Every king and every joker [F#m] is a man and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions and throw them [A] out of the place.
[E] You got nothing but your birth date suit [B] and these [E] golden days.
[F#] [E] So when the song [A] is over and [F#] the last chord shimmers [E] and dies,
I drive away through darkened [F#m] streets with my [B] stars of moonlight
[A] to lay me down [E] on the strange sheets of [A] autographed flannels that I made.
And [E] I turn my face toward the [F#] dawn and the golden [E] day.
The future lies before us as the passion's cleaned away.
All the fast roads and the back [F#m] roads stretch between [B] the hurricanes.
[A] All the things we [E] wish we'd never done and the love we [A] hoped would stay.
Regret is just [E] a silver [F#m] thread woven through these golden days.
[E] These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
Every star and every one of [F#m] these has a beginning [F#] and an end.
[A] So light a fire, take your [E] preconceptions and throw them out of the place.
You got nothing but your birth date [B] suit and these [E] golden days.
[A] Light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions, throw them [A] out of the place.
[E] You got [F#m] nothing but your birth date [B] suit now and these golden [E] days.
Golden days.
Key:
E
A
F#
F#m
B
E
A
F#
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So now I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave.
I see myself much better [F#m] now than in my younger days.
[E] Some people are obsessed with time because it rains on [A] the parade.
[E] Oh, but time is just a silver thread [F#] woven through these [E] golden days. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [E] I used to know a [E] woman.
She proclaimed that she loved her man.
I said, no, you love the idea more.
But she didn't understand.
[A] She imagined [E] love like a velvet glove that takes all the [A] pain away.
Oh, but love is just a silver thread woven [F#] through these golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks of our [A] breath.
[E] Every hero and every villain is a man [F#] and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your preconceptions [E] and throw them out of the place.
You [F#m] got nothing but your birth date suit [F#] and these golden [E] days.
I _ _ _ _ met a genuine celebrity.
His ambition was his jail.
Every day he locked himself [F#m] inside a fantastic [B]
fairy tale.
[A] He thought of [E] fame like a black limousine headed out to [A] the last hooray.
Oh, but [C#m] fame is just a [A] silver thread woven through these golden days.
[E] _ [F#] A gambler and a priest were playing stud one rainy day.
The gambler met with his heart and his [F#m] soul and the priest counted [F#] cards like [A] faith.
He raised his [E] eyes down to the sun.
The gambler [A] raised his stakes saying,
please, [E] just a silver [B] thread woven through these [E] golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
[E] Every king and every joker [F#m] is a man and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions and throw them [A] out of the place.
[E] You got nothing but your birth date suit [B] and these [E] golden days. _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] So when the song [A] is over and [F#] the last chord shimmers [E] and dies,
I drive away through darkened [F#m] streets with my [B] stars of moonlight
[A] to lay me down [E] on the strange sheets of [A] autographed flannels that I made.
And [E] I turn my face toward the [F#] dawn and the golden [E] day.
The future lies before us as the passion's cleaned away.
All the fast roads and the back [F#m] roads stretch between [B] the hurricanes.
[A] All the things we [E] wish we'd never done and the love we [A] hoped would stay. _
_ Regret is just [E] a silver [F#m] thread woven through these golden days.
[E] These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
Every star and every one of [F#m] these has a beginning [F#] and an end.
[A] So light a fire, take your [E] preconceptions and throw them out of the place.
You got nothing but your birth date [B] suit and these [E] golden days.
[A] Light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions, throw them [A] out of the place.
_ [E] You got [F#m] nothing but your birth date [B] suit now and these golden [E] days. _ _
_ _ _ Golden days. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So now I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave.
I see myself much better [F#m] now than in my younger days.
[E] Some people are obsessed with time because it rains on [A] the parade.
[E] Oh, but time is just a silver thread [F#] woven through these [E] golden days. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [E] I used to know a [E] woman.
She proclaimed that she loved her man.
I said, no, you love the idea more.
But she didn't understand.
[A] She imagined [E] love like a velvet glove that takes all the [A] pain away.
Oh, but love is just a silver thread woven [F#] through these golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks of our [A] breath.
[E] Every hero and every villain is a man [F#] and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your preconceptions [E] and throw them out of the place.
You [F#m] got nothing but your birth date suit [F#] and these golden [E] days.
I _ _ _ _ met a genuine celebrity.
His ambition was his jail.
Every day he locked himself [F#m] inside a fantastic [B]
fairy tale.
[A] He thought of [E] fame like a black limousine headed out to [A] the last hooray.
Oh, but [C#m] fame is just a [A] silver thread woven through these golden days.
[E] _ [F#] A gambler and a priest were playing stud one rainy day.
The gambler met with his heart and his [F#m] soul and the priest counted [F#] cards like [A] faith.
He raised his [E] eyes down to the sun.
The gambler [A] raised his stakes saying,
please, [E] just a silver [B] thread woven through these [E] golden days.
These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
[E] Every king and every joker [F#m] is a man and a man.
[A] So light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions and throw them [A] out of the place.
[E] You got nothing but your birth date suit [B] and these [E] golden days. _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] So when the song [A] is over and [F#] the last chord shimmers [E] and dies,
I drive away through darkened [F#m] streets with my [B] stars of moonlight
[A] to lay me down [E] on the strange sheets of [A] autographed flannels that I made.
And [E] I turn my face toward the [F#] dawn and the golden [E] day.
The future lies before us as the passion's cleaned away.
All the fast roads and the back [F#m] roads stretch between [B] the hurricanes.
[A] All the things we [E] wish we'd never done and the love we [A] hoped would stay. _
_ Regret is just [E] a silver [F#m] thread woven through these golden days.
[E] These [A] golden days are all we have [E] between the cracks [A] of now and then.
Every star and every one of [F#m] these has a beginning [F#] and an end.
[A] So light a fire, take your [E] preconceptions and throw them out of the place.
You got nothing but your birth date [B] suit and these [E] golden days.
[A] Light a fire with all your [E] preconceptions, throw them [A] out of the place.
_ [E] You got [F#m] nothing but your birth date [B] suit now and these golden [E] days. _ _
_ _ _ Golden days. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _