remember when the music harry chapin
it’s a pretty straight forward song . mostly just pick individual string going
from low to high on each chord . the recording ( gold medal collection ) is tuned A
little sharp , so if you’re playing along to a cd tune to it ( or set your
electronic tuner to about A = 446hz ) .
for this song A9 = x02420 ( low – high )
intro : E A9 E A9
E
remember when the music
A9 E
came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
B A9
and as we sang the words , it would set our minds on fire ,
E B
we believed in things , and so we’d sing .
remember when the music
brought us all together to stand inside the rain
and as we’d join our hands , we’d meet in the refrain ,
for we had dreams to live , we had hopes to give .
remember when the music
was the best of what we dreamed of for our children’s time
and as we sang we worked , for time was just a line ,
it was a gift we saved , a gift the future gave .
remember when the music
was a rock that we could cling to so we’d not despair ,
and as we sang we knew we’d hear an echo fill the air
we’d be smiling then , we would smile again .
A E
oh all the times i’ve listened , and all the times i’ve heard
A E
all the melodies i’m missing , and all the magic words ,
C#m G#m
and all those potent voices , and the choices we had then ,
F#m B B/A B/G# B/F#
how i’d love to find we had that kind of choice again .
remember when the music
was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day
and as we sang , the sun came up to chase the dark away ,
and life was good , for we knew we could .
remember when the music
brought the night across the valley as the day went down
and as we’d hum the melody , we’d be safe inside the sound ,
and so we’d sleep , we had dreams to keep .
and i feel that something’s coming , and it’s not just in the wind .
it’s more than just tomorrow , it’s more than where we’ve been ,
it offers me a promise , it’s telling me “begin” ,
i know we’re needing something worth believing in .
remember when the music
came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
and as we sang the words , it would set our minds on fire ,
we believed in things , and so we’d sing .
remember when the music harry chapin
it’s a pretty straight forward song . mostly just pick individual string going
from low to high on each chord . the recording ( gold medal collection ) is tuned A
little sharp , so if you’re playing along to a cd tune to it ( or set your
electronic tuner to about A = 446hz ) .
for this song A9 = x02420 ( low – high )
intro : E A9 E A9
E
remember when the music
A9 E
came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
B A9
and as we sang the words , it would set our minds on fire ,
E B
we believed in things , and so we’d sing .
remember when the music
brought us all together to stand inside the rain
and as we’d join our hands , we’d meet in the refrain ,
for we had dreams to live , we had hopes to give .
remember when the music
was the best of what we dreamed of for our children’s time
and as we sang we worked , for time was just a line ,
it was a gift we saved , a gift the future gave .
remember when the music
was a rock that we could cling to so we’d not despair ,
and as we sang we knew we’d hear an echo fill the air
we’d be smiling then , we would smile again .
A E
oh all the times i’ve listened , and all the times i’ve heard
A E
all the melodies i’m missing , and all the magic words ,
C#m G#m
and all those potent voices , and the choices we had then ,
F#m B B/A B/G# B/F#
how i’d love to find we had that kind of choice again .
remember when the music
was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day
and as we sang , the sun came up to chase the dark away ,
and life was good , for we knew we could .
remember when the music
brought the night across the valley as the day went down
and as we’d hum the melody , we’d be safe inside the sound ,
and so we’d sleep , we had dreams to keep .
and i feel that something’s coming , and it’s not just in the wind .
it’s more than just tomorrow , it’s more than where we’ve been ,
it offers me a promise , it’s telling me “begin” ,
i know we’re needing something worth believing in .
remember when the music
came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
and as we sang the words , it would set our minds on fire ,
we believed in things , and so we’d sing .
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