Eb
The pop don't sound the same no more
Fm
When I pull the cork
Eb
Never about the taste
before
Fm
It
was a hunt
for sport
[Refrain]
Cm Fm
A sea of fading faces
Cm Fm
I
was stupid and proud
Eb Ab Eb Ab
Eyes as sharp as knives
Eb Ab Ab Eb
Cut me out of the crowd
[Chorus]
Fm Bb
Wine still cheap and red
Eb Cm
Eyes still deep and true
Fm Bb
Glasses raise again
Eb Cm
Drink to the pulp of youth
Fm Bb Eb
Climb the vine again, my friend
[Verse 2]
Eb
Not everybody makes it
Fm
Casualties of some plot
Eb
Not a pro just a lucky one
Fm
To make it out of the line
[Refrain]
Cm Fm
A sea of fading faces
Cm Fm
I
was stupid and proud
Eb Ab Eb Ab
Eyes as sharp as knives
Eb Ab Eb Ab
Cut me out of the crowd
[Chorus]
Fm Bb
Wine still cheap and red
Eb Cm
Eyes still deep and true
Fm Bb
Glasses raise again
Eb Cm
Drink to the pulp of youth
Fm Bb
Climb the vine again,
Eb Cm
Drink to the pulp of youth
Fm Bb
Til our time is due
Eb Cm
I'll be on the vine with you
Fm Bb Eb
As it was in the pulp of youth
[Verse 3]
Eb
Who was the picker
Cm
Who is to say
Fm
And does it even matter
Eb Cm
The lucky ones come up when the sun sinks down
Fm
High on laughter
[Refrain]
Cm Fm
A sea of fading faces
Cm Fm
I
was stupid and proud
Eb Ab Eb Ab
Eyes as sharp as knives
Eb Ab Eb Fm
Cut me out of the crowd
[Instrumental]
G Cm Fm
Eb Ab Eb Ab x2
[Chorus]
Fm Bb
Wine still cheap and red
Eb Cm
Eyes still deep and true
Fm Bb
Glasses raise again
Eb Cm
Drink to the pulp of youth
Fm Bb
Till our time is due
Eb Cm
I'll be on the vine with you
Fm Bb Eb
As it was in the pulp of youth