this is a kind of history of my early life in rock bands. the time line is not linear as events and rhyming don't naturally coincide. hope you like it anyway.
Grave Yard Rocker Undefined
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[A] I'm getting old, so I [D] aint gonna rock and [A] roll no more.
Did you [D] hear what I said? I cant rock and roll when I'm [A] dead.
My [E] debts are paid, [D] I cant rock and roll from my [A] grave.
Well I'm [A] looking back, [D] all those years when I was [A] young.
[D] Times were hard, but playing music was [A] fun.
If I could [E] go back there, [D] boy oh boy would I [A] run?
[D] Searching all round for a place to play.
To [A] make some money, got rent to pay.
[D] Seems my friends didn't have the stuff.
[E] Gave in too soon saying [E7] enough is enough.
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[A] Yes I'm thinking about, [D] all those gigs when I was [A] young.
We had to [D] buy a van, and a man to drive when he [A] can.
He ran [E] off with my girl, [D] that's no good for the [A] band.
[D] Getting new guys to make a new band.
But [A] everybody wants to be the front man.
[D] Never find a guy who can play the drums.
[E] Everyone who came turned out to be a bum.
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[A] Wrote some songs, [D] nobody cares when you're [A] rocking along.
[D] Guys made a fuss, went on tour in a [A] bus.
But the [E] bus broke down, [D] glad I never left [A] town.
[D] Dodging bullets, dodging tax.
They [A] tried to rob me of my Fender axe.
[D] In the end I made a sacred vow.
[E] Get on my own just [E7] like I am now.
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