Simon And Garfunkel - Old Friends, аккорды песни для гитары
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Old Friends
Simon And Garfunkel
Capo 4
Intro: Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Famj7 Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 C Am
Old Friends. Old Friends. Sat on their park bench like bookends.
Dm7 G Am
A newspaper blown through the grass falls on the round toes of the
Cmaj F C6
high shoes of the Old Friends.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7
Old Friends. Winter companions the old men. Lost in their
G7 C Am Dm7 G7 Em7
overcoats waiting for the sunset. The sounds of the city, sifting
Am G F C6
through trees, settle like dust on the shoulder of the Old Friends.
Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 F Fm C
Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a park bench quietly?
Dm7 Am
How terribly strange to be seventy.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 G7
Old Friends. Memory brushes the same years. Silently sharing the
C6 Am
same fears.
Simon And Garfunkel - Old Friends, аккорды песни для гитары
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Old Friends
Simon And Garfunkel
Capo 4
Intro: Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Famj7 Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 C Am
Old Friends. Old Friends. Sat on their park bench like bookends.
Dm7 G Am
A newspaper blown through the grass falls on the round toes of the
Cmaj F C6
high shoes of the Old Friends.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7
Old Friends. Winter companions the old men. Lost in their
G7 C Am Dm7 G7 Em7
overcoats waiting for the sunset. The sounds of the city, sifting
Am G F C6
through trees, settle like dust on the shoulder of the Old Friends.
Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 F Fm C
Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a park bench quietly?
Dm7 Am
How terribly strange to be seventy.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Dm7 G7 Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 G7
Old Friends. Memory brushes the same years. Silently sharing the
C6 Am
same fears.
