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A D EA G A [Verse]A D Everyone knows me, the localA inside jokeG I was once the life of the party,D A pills, liquor and smokeA It makes a fella stop and wonderD A "how much did I lose?"G In the dying breath of the party, aD A part of me died too [Instrumental]A D EA G A [Verse]A The demons, the devils, and theD A ghosts of rock and rollG The vanguard of the young andD A reckless left town long agoContinúa después del anuncioA D They say I need to sober up andA lay low for a whileG They say "the knucklehead is aD classic case of hopeless selfA denial" [Chorus]C G Tellin' the same old stories,D A scared of getting oldC G Tellin' the same old stories,D A scared of getting old [Instrumental]A D EA G AA D EA G A [Verse]A Now I'm old and decrepid, and miss the golden days N.C. A fleeting thing that passed me by somewhere in the hazeA D I should try to raise a garden,A vote and volunteerG Or get a motorbike and a line ofD A credit and get the hell out of here [Chorus]C But I'm telling the same oldG D A stories, scared of getting oldC G Livin' the same old stories,D A scared of getting oldC Stuck in the same old stories,G D A scared of getting old [Otro]A D EA G AA D EA G A