Amy Macdonald – The Days Of Being Young And Free (Ukulele)

Capo 4
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Intro: C
 C
Listen to my heart as it beats for you

          Am
And it's telling you the things that I never could

          Em                             G
And it's laying it down on the line for you

         C
And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face

         Am
And the days of being young and free

                                       Em          G
Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind

    F                              Am
And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues

             Em                             G
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too

    F                              Am
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak

         Em               G
And I can not speak the truth

                    C                       Am
The days of being young, the days of being free

                        Em                           F    G
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see

                     C                          Am
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well

                 Em      F       G     C
What I wouldn't give to live it all again

      C
The years are passing, every single day

 Am
Where did they go? Did you take them all away?

     Em             G
Now I'm older and brave

          C
And the children, they all left
They fled their family nest
     Am
And now we're all alone

                                       Em        G
And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore

    F                              Am
And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues

             Em                             G
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too

    F                              Am
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak

         Em               G
And I can not speak the truth

                    C                       Am
The days of being young, the days of being free

                        Em                           F    G
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see

                     C                          Am
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well

                 Em      F       G     C
What I wouldn't give to live it all again

           F                     Am
And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again

      C                F       G
The fear, the surprise, everything

       F                     Am
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again

                 C         F    G
And I wouldn't change anything

       F                     Am
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again

                 C         F    G
And I wouldn't change anything
C