When I Was Your Age — аккорды для гитары
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Вступление
From the album ''Off the Deep End'' (1992)
Intro
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D Dm G Bb
Dm G Bb
Dm G Bb
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Verse
1]
Dm
Let me tell you, sonny. Let me set you straight
Bb
You kids today ain't never had it rough
G
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
Dm
You lazy brats think nothing's good enough
Dm G Bb
Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
Dm G Bb
We had to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow
Dm G Bb
Worked in the coal mine twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Dm G Bb
Had to sell my internal organs just to pay the rent
Chorus
1]
Dm G Bb Dm G Bb
When I was your age. When I was your age
Dm G Bb Dm A
When I was your age. When I was your age
Verse
2]
Dm
Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
Bb
There's something wrong with all you kids today
G
You just don't appreciate all the things you've got
Dm
We were hungry, broke and miserable and we liked it fine that way
Dm G Bb
There were seventy-three of us living in a cardboard box
Dm G Bb
All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Dm G Bb
Every night for dinner we had a big chunk of dirt
[D] [Dm] [G] [Bb]
If we were really good we didn't get desert
Chorus
2]
Dm G Bb Dm G Bb
When I was your age. When I was your age
Dm G Bb Dm A
When I was your age. When I was your age
Bridge
1]
F
Didn't have no telephone didn't have no FAX machine
g
All we had was a couple of cans and a crummy piece of string
Bb C
Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Dm
Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had
F
Didn't have no dental floss had to use old rusty nails
[G] [G]
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Bb C
Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
A
Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
Solo
Dm G Bb
Dm G Bb
Dm G Bb
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Verse
3]
Dm
What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk?
Bb
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
G
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Dm
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline
Dm G Bb
Dad would whip us every night till a quarter after twelve
Dm G Bb
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whip ourselves
Dm G Bb
Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
Dm G Bb
And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain
Chorus
3]
Dm G Bb Dm G Bb
When I was your age. When I was your age
Dm G Bb Dm A
When I was your age. When I was your age
Dm G Bb Dm A
When I was your age. When I was your age