Standard (EADGBE)

It eventually just builds up to playing the chords

It was April when we got the word

Better times were on their way they said

And me and the boys, we got drunk that night

Just a few soldiers with whisky and tobacco

Playin’ jack black round the fire

And shooting in the stars

It was 1971

And we were going home

Instrumental

Rest of the Lyrics:

Things were a little different when I got back

You were with another man, and I was no war hero

But I remember how that never seemed to stop you and me

And I remember how good you looked working down at that bar

How those jeans seemed to be made just for you

Man me and the boys could watch you for hours

But honey I’m sorry about that night

When my hands were like monkeys through the jungle

I know you don’t believe me when I tell ya

But I never meant to hurt you

I just thought better times were on their way

I laid off the booze for a while after I got arrested

You got married, and I picked up my saxophone again

I thgout I might like to emet a pretty young jazz singer

In a black dress and red shoes, and blue eyes

So I got back out there and hit every blue note from A to Z

Better times are on their way!

Better times were on their way

And sometimes I still think about Marty and Bill

And all the boys that never made it out of that country

And all the lies that I sued to tell ‘em

I said ‘your gonna make it throught!’

I said ‘your wives and your babies gonna be waitin for you’

I said ‘you’re gonna be okay’

I said ‘better times were on their way’

Better times were on their way

I said ‘better times were on their way’

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