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