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