old friends
joel plaskett
D Em
old friends in a deep groove
F#m Bm A G
we still got something left to prove
( repeat same chords as above throughout verse )
with no plans and no kids
and so much water under the bridge
old friends in a new town
we dont need a reason to go get down
A G
all i want to do
D D/C
is reminisce for an hour
D/B D/A
blow a kiss and devour
D/G D/F# Em
all the love in the world could be ours
sour grapes turn to fine wine
they just need a few years on a winding vine
with my eyes shut and my mouth closed
i listen for the train and the whistle blows
like a school bell or a rotary phone
ill go back to the well when i get back home
all i want to do
is pretend for a night
that the ends out of sight
for old friends i will leave on a light
old friends on a new guitar
and theres so much whisky at the bar
all i want to do
is disappear down the hall
in the mirror on the wall
and that look on your face says it all
all i want to do
is pretend for a day
that the ends still a light year away
for old friends who will say :
were you there , when the spirit spilled?
some kinds of love cant be distilled
old friends
joel plaskett
D Em
old friends in a deep groove
F#m Bm A G
we still got something left to prove
( repeat same chords as above throughout verse )
with no plans and no kids
and so much water under the bridge
old friends in a new town
we dont need a reason to go get down
A G
all i want to do
D D/C
is reminisce for an hour
D/B D/A
blow a kiss and devour
D/G D/F# Em
all the love in the world could be ours
sour grapes turn to fine wine
they just need a few years on a winding vine
with my eyes shut and my mouth closed
i listen for the train and the whistle blows
like a school bell or a rotary phone
ill go back to the well when i get back home
all i want to do
is pretend for a night
that the ends out of sight
for old friends i will leave on a light
old friends on a new guitar
and theres so much whisky at the bar
all i want to do
is disappear down the hall
in the mirror on the wall
and that look on your face says it all
all i want to do
is pretend for a day
that the ends still a light year away
for old friends who will say :
were you there , when the spirit spilled?
some kinds of love cant be distilled
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