It's an [Eb]old fashioned folk song
It's an [Ab]old fashioned folk song
[Eb]All the old folks sing [Bb]along (sing along!)
It's an [Eb]old fashioned folk song
It's an [Ab]old fashioned folk song
We'll [Eb]sing it at the folk club, 'til [Bb]all the folks are gone

[Eb]Hands in the pockets of our [Ab]old blue jeans
[Eb]Sleeves turned up and the [Bb]bass turned down

[Eb]We left the drum-kit on the [Ab]outskirts of town
The [Eb]electric guitars [Bb]never make a sound

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We've got [Eb]Grandma's harmonica and [Ab]Grampa's fiddle
We [Eb]sing with so much gusto we [Bb]fill the air with spittle

[Eb]Someone's out of tune, it's [Ab]probably the banjo
[Eb]Cut the man some slack, he's going as [Bb]fast as he can go

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We like to sing together
We like to sing for fun
We aren't in it for money
Maybe that's why we have none

With harmonies like honey
And solos on the run
We'll tune our guitars
Once the song is done

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