Antics
The Stanfields
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A D E A G A
Verse
A D A Everyone knows me, the local inside joke G D A I was once the life of the party, pills, liquor and smoke A D A It makes a fella stop and wonder "how much did I lose?" G D A In the dying breath of the party, a part of me died too
Instrumental
A D E A G A
Verse
A D A The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll G D A The vanguard of the young and reckless left town long ago A D A They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while G D A They say "the knucklehead is a classic case of hopeless self denial"
Chorus
C G D A Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old C G D A Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
Instrumental
A D E A G A A D E A 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 haze A D A I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer G D A Or get a motorbike and a line of credit and get the hell out of here
Chorus
C G D A But I'm telling the same old stories, scared of getting old C G D A Livin' the same old stories, scared of getting old C G D A Stuck in the same old stories, scared of getting old
Outro
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