Glad I’m Not Young

[Verse 1]
 
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How lovely to sit here in the shade
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With none of the woes of man and maid
A7  D6  Cdim      B7  Cdim      Em7    G/B   A7sus4   A7
I'm glad I'm not young an - y - more!
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The ri - vals that don't ex - ist at all,
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The feel - ing you're on - ly two feet tall
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I'm glad I'm not young  an - y - more!
 
 
[Bridge]
 
D   A7  A7    Am6    B7      F#m   Cdim Em                Baug Em7
No more con - fu - sion, no "morn - ing af - ter" sur - prise,
    Em6       C#m7-5  F#m7  B7
No self - de -  lu  - sion
 D6  Edim Bm7-5   E7               A7   Em7            A7
That when you're tell - ing those lies, she is - n't wise.
 
[Verse 2]
 
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And even if love comes through the door,
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The kind that goes on for - ev - er  more,
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For - ev - er - more is short - er than be - fore
   Dmaj7  Gdim  D6  Fdim B7 Fdim  E7   Em7  A7   D     D7  Fdim   A7
Oh, I'm    so  glad that I'm not young an - y - more.
 
[Verse 3]
 
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The tiny remark that tor - tures you,
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The fear that your friends won't like her, too
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I'm glad I'm not young an - y - more!
     Em       Edim   Em6      B7
The longing to end a stale affair,
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Until you find out she doesn't care
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I'm glad I'm not young  an - y - more!
 
[Bridge]
 
D   A7   A7    Am6    B7      F#m   Cdim   Em          Baug  Em7
No more frus - tra - tion, no star-crossed lov - er am I;
   Em6      C#m7-5  F#m7  B7
No ag - gra - va - tion,
D6  Edim Bm7-5  E7             A7   Em7              A7
Just one  re - luc - tant re - ply, "La - dy, good - bye!"
 
[Verse 4]
 
A7   D             D7       D6   A7  D6
The foun - tain of youth is dull as paint;
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Me - thu - se - luh is my pa - tron saint.
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I've nev - er been so comf - ter - ble   be - fore,
    Dmaj7 Gdim  D6  Fdim B7 Fdim   E7  Em7 A7    D   D7   A7  Fdim  D6
Oh, I'm    so  glad that I'm not young an - y - more.
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