Intro:
A  D

VERSE 1:
E
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losin? 

A
Friends and heroes packin? up and movin? 
B
And one of these days I?ll be left with nothin? 
C#m7
But memories and no time  
B
So I better get Yeah, I better get accustomed 
A
?Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losin? 
E             A            E           B
By and by and by and by and by 


VERSE 2:
E

Well, we never got laid  But we had a lotta laughs, so 

A
Runnin? like thieves through the streets of Chicago 

B
Look at me now, I?m leanin? out of open windows, singin?

C#m7
I still miss someone 

B
So I better get,  Yeah, I better get accustomed 
A
?Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losin? 
E             A            E           B
By and by and by and by and by 


Chorus:
C#m7        

Pickin? up speed   Pickin? up the pieces 

B
Losin? leaves in every season  
A
The winter ends right at my feet with 

B
Flowers creepin? up through the crack in the concrete 



VERSE 1

Chorus

Outro

E                        A                       G                       D             E
By and by and by and by and by and by and by and by and by