Interpret: Beatles
Beatles - When I'm Sixty-Four (akordy)
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C#When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from Asnow.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings C#bottle of wine.
R: C#If I’d been out till quarter to three,
C#7Would you lock the F#door,
Will you still Aneed me, C#will you still Bfeed me,
EsWhen I’m Assixty-C#four.
BmiAs
BmiYou’ll be older Ftoo,
BmiAnd if you Essay the word,
F#I could Asstay with C#you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse,
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride.
R: Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck and Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Starting point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away.
R: Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine of evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Many years from Asnow.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings C#bottle of wine.
R: C#If I’d been out till quarter to three,
C#7Would you lock the F#door,
Will you still Aneed me, C#will you still Bfeed me,
EsWhen I’m Assixty-C#four.
BmiAs
BmiYou’ll be older Ftoo,
BmiAnd if you Essay the word,
F#I could Asstay with C#you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse,
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride.
R: Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck and Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Starting point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away.
R: Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine of evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.