Intro: C#5 . . . C#5 . . . F#5 . . . F#5 . . .
 
       G#5 . . . G#5 . . . C#5 . . . C#5 . . .

Verse 1:
            F#5 . . .             F#5 . . .
Hey man its been a while do you remember me?
       A#m . . .               G#5 . . .
When I hit these streets I was seventeen
  F#5 . . .     F#5 . . .          A#m . . . 
A little wild a little green, been up and down
    G#5 . . .
And in between
      F#5 . . .                    F#5 . . .
After all these years and miles of memories
A#m . . .         G#5 . . . 
I'm still chasing dreams 
      F#5 . . .             F#5 . . .
But I ain-t looking over my shoulder. 

Chorus:
  C#5 . . .        C#5 . . .
I like the bed I'm sleeping in, 
F#5 . . .             F#5 . . .
Just like me and it's broken in
         G#sus4 . . .  G#sus4 . . . 
It's not old             
     C#5 . . .  C#5 . . .
Just old - er 
        C#5 . . .         C#5 . . .
Like my favourite pair of torn blue jeans 
    F#5 . . .         F#5 . . .
The skin I-m in is all I will need 
         G#sus4 . . .  G#sus4 . . . 
It's not old             
     C#5 . . .  C#5 . . .
Just old - er 

Verse 2:
             F#5 . . .              F#5 . . .
It's good to see your face you aint no worse for wear
A#m . . .          G#5 . . .
Breathing that California air 
        F#5 . . .                  F#5 . . .          
When we took on the world we were young and brave
    A#m . . .               G#5 . . . 
Got secrets that we'll take to the grave
F#5 . . .                 F#5 . . . 
Standing here shoulder to shoulder. 

Bridge 1:
        B . . .       B . . .
I'm not old enough to sing the blues
         F#/A# .            C#5 . 
But I-ve worn a hole in the souls of these shoes
        B . . .                  B . . . 
You can roll the dice until they call your bluff 
    D#m . . .     D#m . . .       
But you can-t win,   
             D#m . . .     G#sus4 . . . G#5 . . .
Until you're not afraid to lose 

Bridge 2:
       C#5 . . .                   C#5 . . .
Well I look in the mirror, I don't hate what I see
       F#5 . . .              F#5 . . . 
Just a few more lines staring back at me 
        G#sus4 . . . G#5 . . .              C#5 . . . C#5       
Now the nights,      have gone a little bit colder
        C#5 . . .         C#5 . . . 
Hey man, I got to run but you take care
       F#5 . . .                  F#5 . . .
If you see Coach T. tell him I-ve cut my hair
     G#sus4 . . .           G#5 . . .         N/C
I've kept my friends, but I still believe I'm Just