[verse] Yesterday's w[Am]ars st[C]ack up like old papers on the fl[Am]oor P[C]ounding like old knocks upon my do[F]or Breaking like the oc[G]ean, washing through my h[F]ands Changing this old m[G]ountain into s[C]and [chorus] You know m[G]e by the st[F]ories I have m[C]ade You know m[G]e by l[F]ooking out through b[C]oxes and c[G]ages And it's...