Intro
| Bm | % |
VERSE
Bm
On a hill, inside a house in Covewell Reach
Bm A
Stands a man who's feeling very tired
D C#
Looking at a song he wrote some time ago
F#m E
Could have made it big inside a Broadway show
VERSE
Bm
Every day I go away and find ideas
Bm A
Think I'll climb on top of somewhere high
D C#
Couldn't I write a song about a man who's dead?
F#m E
Didn't really know if he was off his head
CHORUS
E C# F#m D#
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
E C#
Too bad for Gilbert Green
A F# Bm
Now we can tell the world that he was right
INTERLUDE
| Bm | % |
VERSE
Bm
Sitting in his attic on a sunny day
Bm A
Mending fifty goblets that are worn
D C#
Humming to himself a song of yesteryear
F#m E
His hearing wasn't good but his eyes were clear
CHORUS
E C# F#m D#
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
E C#
Too bad for Gilbert Green
A F# Bm
Now we can tell the world that he was right
INTERLUDE
| Bm | % |
VERSE
Bm
Now the house is burnt, along with Gilbert Green
Bm A
Sad to see his sisters stand and cry
D C#
And in the basement lies a song that wasn't seen
F#m E
Tells the tale of laughing men and yellow beans
CHORUS
E C# F#m D#
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
E C#
Too bad for Gilbert Green
A F# B5
Now we can tell the world that he was right
CODA
| B | % | Bsus4 B Bsus4 B |
| B | C#m | B | C#m |
| E | % | C#m C#m/C | C#m/B C#m/A# |
| E | F# | B |
| B | G# | C#m | F# |
(fade out)