better times

words and music by a. fering

solo guitar, g. johnson

preformed by the band, allusion

intro: rhythm guitar only

ok, here's where you sing too, it's tough...

everyone else in the band comes in here too,

bass slide down.

do you remember[D]when we were friends

sittin around, not doin' [G]anything.

those days are gone [d]just a memory

kind of wish that, you were here and

we could talk again

now do the damn progression:

 

do you remember[d]the times we had?

i'd sell my soul[g]for just a minute that

those times are gone[d]and far behind

they're non-existant[g]but they're in my mind

now do the progression twice, and greg does his solo shit.

just improvise, if you can't make anything fit, you need lessons.

 

 

we'll never be[d]like we were before

but don't forget[g]you're welcome at my door

there were better times[d]when the world was mine

but nothing holds true[g]it's all a big decline

rhythm guitar again, and voice, light light percussion

1st verse, ending with a decreshendow mama.

(clap clap clap, cheering, panties on the stage)

you did good!