The Felice Brothers – Days Of The Years (Guitar)

           D
Leaving my coat at the Greyhound station

           A
Raising my arms in supplication

            Bm
Making some money, spending some money

              A
Drinking Pepsi, just walking around

              D
Making people hate me, making people laugh

        A
Fear of drowning in a shallow bath

              Bm
Feeling under-dressed in the cold midwest

           A
Kissing my grandmother goodbye

             D
Watching the crocuses bloom and fade

       A
Easter bonnet from an old parade

           Bm
Exchanging pleasantries under pleasant trees

     A
Over griefs and apéritifs

              D           A           Bm    A
These are the days of the years of my life

         D
American summer and it's all a breeze

           A
Buck-tooth girls in skin-tight jeans

            Bm
The mastiff heels, the accounts are solvent

         A
I’m crooning in the open West

           D
Meeting my baby at a greasy spoon

         A
Sitting alone in the Rembrandt room

               Bm
Walking in the shade where lilies weep

      A
Under clouds of marzipan

               D
Walking in the dark of Monument Valley

       A
Feding stay cats in a narrow alley

             Bm
The song was weird, but still they cheered

               A
It's scrambled eggs and solitaire

              D           A           Bm    A
These are the days of the years of my life

           D
Mopping up gore from the butcher's floor

        A
Feeling clean as a new drug store

        Bm
Singing loud idiotic songs

                  A
In the blue, blue mountains walking along

           D
Night-long drives on the wild edges

     A
Apparitions in the neighbor’s hedges

      Bm
Sinus drips and Battleship

        A
Putting ashes in a rushing stream

           D
Watching a city turn into sea

            A
Standing in water up to the knee

           Bm
Missing my stop on a city bus

       A
In the land of propaganda

              D           A           Bm    A
These are the days of the years of my life

              D           A            Bm    A
These are the days of the years of our life

         D
Watching birds on a drowsy sea

               A
Sittin' in the dark of a family tree

        Bm
Funeral flowers and paperwork

            A
Drowning my dreams in mountain streams

         D
Standing tall in a cap and gown

      A
And a house that's since burned down

           Bm
It's summertime in the Catskills now

        A
Leisure classes in the mountain passes

            D
The jaws of life and the jaws of death

        A
Hearing secrets in a dying breath

           Bm
In a black four-door sedan

         A
Down the road to the end of the world

              D           A           Bm    A  D
These are the days of the years of my life

              D           A           Bm    A
These are the days of the years of my life