The Woodlands

Golden Days

The Woodlands


Tom: Bb

Eb Bb F

[Verse]
Eb              Bb
Your shoes were dusty gray and
F             Bb
Your suitcase out of place and
Eb           Gm        F
You stood to turn away

Eb                Bb
Walk through that rusty gate oh
F              Bb
Like you could hardly wait and
Eb            Gm        F
No thought to hesitate

[Chorus]
Eb          Bb
Hey hey hey hey
F           Bb
Hey hey hey hey
Eb          Bb
Hey hey hey hey
    F
Hehehey

[Instrumental]
Eb Bb F
Bb Eb Bb F

[Verse]
Eb           Bb
Wheat fields begin to sway and
F               Bb
Slow tears fall from your face and
Eb             Gm          F
You board that heavy train

Eb              Bb
The clouds have parted ways and
F              Bb
Your eyes look up to say oh
Eb            Gm          F
Are these the golden days

[Chorus]
Eb          Bb
Hey hey hey hey
F           Bb
Hey hey hey hey
Eb          Bb
Hey hey hey hey
    F
Hehehey

Eb          Bb
Hey hey hey hey
F           Bb
Hey hey hey hey
Eb          Bb
Hey hey hey hey
    F
Hehehey