The Way It Used To Be

	  		



Intro/Chorus:
 
                       C 
This is the story of a man 

                          E           E 
Who took for granted everything he had 

                           Am 
And how he let it all just slip away 

           F 
Never to return again 




Verse 1: 
                               C 
Now twenty years have come and gone 

                             Am 
And still he wonders what he did so wrong 

                        F 
And how that he can win back her heart 

                         G 
And finally step outside of the dark 


                          C 
He buys fresh roses every day 

                    C/B    Am 
Her favorite flower so she used to say 

                              F 
And now the memories all that he has left 

                              G 
And I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death 



                       C 
This is the story of a man 

                          E 
Who took for granted everything he had 

                           Am 
And how he let it all just slip away 

           F 
Never to return again 

C    E 
Ooh 

Am   F
Ooh 



Verse 2: 

                                C 
It's clear she's moved on long ago 

                            Am 
But he still clings on to a distant hope 

                            F 
That she?ll come and make a happy home 

                                G 
For now it's him and the bottle all alone 

                                C 
Sometimes you'll see him in the yard 

              C/B    Am 
A wounded man with a desperate heart 

                            F 
He keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neat 

                              G 
To keep them the way that the used to be 




                       C 
This is the story of a man 

                          E 
Who took for granted everything he had 

                           Am 
And how he let it all just slip away 

           F 
Never to return again 

C    E 
Ooh 

Am   F 
Ooh 



Outro: 
                            C 
A single dress hangs on its own 

                            Am 
The scent of perfume all he has to hold 

                      F 
A wasted life waiting on a dream 

                               G 
Hoping for things the way they used to be 

                       C 
This is the story of a man 

                          E 
Who took for granted everything he had 

                           Am 
And how he let it all just slip away 

           F 
Never to return again 

End on: C