| A | |
| Every night I sit here by my window, |
| E7 | |
| Starin' at the lonely | avenue, |
| A | D | |
| Watchin' lovers holdin' hands and | laughin', |
| A | E | A | |
| Thinkin' 'bout the | things we used to | do. |
| E7 | |
| Chorus: Thinkin' 'bout | things (like a walk in the park) |
| A | |
| Things, (like a kiss in the dark) |
| E7 | |
| Things, (like a sailboat ride) |
| A | |
| What about the night we cried? |
| D | |
| Things, like lovers vow, |
| A | |
| Things, that we don't do now, |
| E7 | A | F7 | |
| Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to | do. |
| Bb | |
| 2. | I still can hear that jukebox softly playin', |
| F7 | |
| A song about a love that we once | knew, |
| Bb | |
| Now there's | not a single sound, |
| Eb | |
| And there's | nobody else around, |
| Bb | F7 | Bb | |
| And I'm | thinkin' 'bout the | things we used to | do. |
| Chorus: |
| F7 | Bb | |
| Add: | I'm starin' at the lonely | avenue, |
| F7 | Bb | |
| And | heartaches are the friends I'm | talkin' to, |
| F7 | Bb | |
| Starin' at the lonel | y avenue...... |
| A mouldy golden oldie from Kraziekhat! |