Jamie Schneider, Stewart McKie
Am, Bm, C, D, Em, G
Well, I sit down and play my old records And remember a time long ago
When the words made sense, and people just danced, I don't get around much anymore.
There's a jukebox I sat in the corner, then a song cost less than a quarter.
Now a video game, I don't remember it's name, I don't get around much anymore.
Well my friends all tell me I'm way out of touch.
Computers and CDs and newfangled stuff, for a guy like me.
It's simple to see
I don't get around much anymore
Much anymore
I don't get around