Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang Of Mine

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[Verse 1]

D                   Em
Went to see the new baby,
              A                G
and we smoked weed on the back porch.
     D                              Em
And, lying on my back with the pool floatie,
        A                     G
Raining Blood just thundering forth,

        D                    F#m
I said, what do you say your parents take your place
       A                  G
for an hour? We can drive downtown,
       D                           F#m
to our old favorite place, let the years just melt away,
            A                         G
and find ourselves back where we were found.


[Verse 2]

                  D                  Em
But there's not a soul down on the corner,
             A              G
and that's a pretty certain sign
       D                         Em
that I shouldn't try to play the reformer,
           A                          G
picking up pieces of that old gang of mine.

    D                         F#m
But what would they say if it went the other way,
               A                          G
and we flew to today through ten years of time?
       D                  F#m
They'd be ashamed. I'm so sure they'd be ashamed
          A                         G
at what I claim to be doing with my life.


[Verse 3]

            D                  Em
Now they're all paired off and kissing
    A              G
the other half goodnight,
         D                     Em
and then falling deep into the same sleep
                     A                   G
while walls and warm sheets shut out the light.

            D                F#m
And I'm the only one, at the top of my lungs,
            A                G
who's still singing sweet adelines.
        D                   F#m
They're all filled up, they don't need the love
         A                         G
that I'm bringing that old gang of mine.


[Outro]

      D                Em
Not a soul down on the corner,
                         A                            G
they're all safe sitting down behind smooth sheets of glass.
             D                    Em
I guess it's not going to get any warmer,
                         A                       G
and I guess it's raining slow until it's raining fast.