Intro
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VERSE
D#m
On a hill, inside a house in Covewell Reach
D#m C#
Stands a man who's feeling very tired
F# F
Looking at a song he wrote some time ago
A#m G#
Could have made it big inside a Broadway show
VERSE
D#m
Every day I go away and find ideas
D#m C#
Think I'll climb on top of somewhere high
F# F
Couldn't I write a song about a man who's dead?
A#m G#
Didn't really know if he was off his head
CHORUS
G# F A#m G
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
G# F
Too bad for Gilbert Green
C# A# D#m
Now we can tell the world that he was right
INTERLUDE
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VERSE
D#m
Sitting in his attic on a sunny day
D#m C#
Mending fifty goblets that are worn
F# F
Humming to himself a song of yesteryear
A#m G#
His hearing wasn't good but his eyes were clear
CHORUS
G# F A#m G
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
G# F
Too bad for Gilbert Green
C# A# D#m
Now we can tell the world that he was right
INTERLUDE
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VERSE
D#m
Now the house is burnt, along with Gilbert Green
D#m C#
Sad to see his sisters stand and cry
F# F
And in the basement lies a song that wasn't seen
A#m G#
Tells the tale of laughing men and yellow beans
CHORUS
G# F A#m G
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
G# F
Too bad for Gilbert Green
C# A# D#5
Now we can tell the world that he was right
CODA
| D# | % | D#sus4 D# D#sus4 D# |
| D# | Fm | D# | Fm |
| G# | % | Fm Fm/Fb | Fm/D# Fm/D |
| G# | A# | D# |
| D# | C | Fm | A# |
(fade out)