Tom: D
Introdução: A D
E
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losin’
A
Friends and heroes packin’ up and movin’
B
And one of these days I’ll be left with nothin’
C#m7
But memories and no time
B
So I better get Yeah, I better get accustomed
A
'Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losin’
E A E B
By and by and by and by and by
(verse 2)
E
Well, we never got laid But we had a lotta laughs, so
A
Runnin’ like thieves through the streets of Chicago
B
Look at me now, I’m leanin’ out of open windows, singin’
C#m7
I still miss someone
B
So I better get, Yeah, I better get accustomed
A
'Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losin’
E A E B
By and by and by and by and by
(chorus)
C#m7
Pickin’ up speed Pickin’ up the pieces
B
Losin’ leaves in every season
A
The winter ends right at my feet with
B
Flowers creepin’ up through the crack in the concrete
(verse 1)
E A G D E
By and by and by and by and by and by and by and by and by