| G | D | C | D | G | D | Bm | C | |
| When I was | young, my | Dad would | say | Come on | Son let's go | out and | play |
| G D C Dsus4 D , Em D/F# G C D |
| Sometimes it seems like yesterday |
| G | D | C | D | G | D | Bm | C | |
| And I'd climb | up the | closet | shelf | When | I was all | by my- | self |
| G | D | C | Dsus4 | D | Em | D/F# | G | |
| Grab his hat | and fix | the br | im | Pretending | I was | him |
| D | C | G | |
| No matter how | hard I | try |
| D | C | G | |
| No matter how many | tears I | cry |
| D | Em | D | Em/C# | |
| No matter how many | years | go | by |
| C | D | C | Em | D/F# | G | Em | D/F# | |
| I | still can't | say good- | by | e |
| G | D | C | D | G | D | Bm | C | |
| He always took | care of | Mom and | me. | We all | cut down a | Christmas | tree |
| G | D | C | Dsus4 | D | Em | D/F# | G | |
| He always | had some | time for | me |
| C | D | Em | Em/D | |
| Wind | blows through the | trees |
| C | D | Gmaj7 | |
| Street lights, they | still shine | bright |
| C | D | Em | Em/D | |
| Most | things are the | same |
| Em/C# | C | Dsus4 | D | |
| but I | miss my Dad to- | night |
| G | D | C | D | G | D | Bm | C | |
| I walked by a S | alvation | Army st | ore | Saw a hat | like my da | ddy wore |
| G | D | C | Dsus4 | D | Em | D/F# | G | |
| Tried it on | when I w | alked | in | Still trying to | be like | him |
| D | C | G | |
| No matter how | hard I | try |
| D | C | G | |
| No matter how many | years go | by |
| D | Em | D | Em/C# | |
| No matter how many | tears | I c | ry |
| C | D | C | Em | D/F# | G | Em | D/F# | G | |
| I | still can't | say good- | by | e |
| Enjoy, STEVE |
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