Words & music by Paul Simon 1968



Abmaj7 Ebmaj7  
Old    friends,


Abmaj7 Ebmaj7  
Old    friends,

Fm7          Bb7
Sat on their park bench

    Eb       
Like bookends.

Cm  Fm7                       Bb
   A newspaper blown though the grass

            Cm
Falls on the round toes

      Ebmaj7
Of the high shoes

      Ab  Eb6     Abmaj7 Ebmaj7 
Of the old friends.



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Old    friends,

Fm7       Bb7
Winter companions,

   |Abmaj7 Gm |
The old    men

Fm7           Bb7       |
Lost in their overcoats,

Eb      Fm7    |Cm
Waiting for the sunset.

   |Fm7           Bb7  |
The sounds of the city,

Gm7             Cm    |
Sifting through trees,

            Bb  |
Settle like dust

       |Ab   
 On the shoulders

      |Eb6         |  |
Of the old friends.


Fm7       Bb7     |
Can you imagine us

Ebmaj7           |
Years from today,

Ab        Abm       |Eb    
Sharing a park bench quietly?

   |Fm7      Bb7
How terribly strange

     |Cm      |
To be seventy.


Abmaj7 Ebmaj7  |
Old    friends,

Fm7    Bb7        |Abmaj7 Gm7  | 
Memory brushes the same   years

Fm7      Bb7        |Eb6  Cm   |  |
Silently sharing the same fears


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