E
Well I got a lot Lord I gotta lotta losing
A
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
B
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
C#m
But memories and no time
A
So I better get yeah I better get accustomed
B
Cuz I got a lot Lord I gotta lotta losing
E
Bye & bye
B7
Bye & bye
A
Picking up speed picking up the pieces
G#m
Losin' leaves in every season
F#m
But winter ends right at my feet when
B
Flowers peeping up thru a cracking concrete
Thanks to WeenieBeenie for the original post.