Young Clothing

Capo 7

A
As an old man, I’d hate to admit
A                                                           D
How many times I’ve switched out my closet

It’s the same life and all the same shit
I don’t think any of this even fits

E                      D
Man I miss the days
               A
of young clothing

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Never saw the world, not a single fat lip
Did all I could before I had to be home at six

Looking at a catalog of old habits
They sing to my heart like a summer chorus

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Man I miss the days
of young clothing