INTRO
| Dm | % |
VERSE
Dm
On a hill, inside a house in Covewell Reach
Dm C
Stands a man who's feeling very tired
F E
Looking at a song he wrote some time ago
Am G
Could have made it big inside a Broadway show
VERSE
Dm
Every day I go away and find ideas
Dm C
Think I'll climb on top of somewhere high
F E
Couldn't I write a song about a man who's dead?
Am G
Didn't really know if he was off his head
G E Am F#
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
G E
Too bad for Gilbert Green
C A Dm
Now we can tell the world that he was right
INTERLUDE
| Dm | % |
VERSE
Dm
Sitting in his attic on a sunny day
Dm C
Mending fifty goblets that are worn
F E
Humming to himself a song of yesteryear
Am G
His hearing wasn't good but his eyes were clear
G E Am F#
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
G E
Too bad for Gilbert Green
C A Dm
Now we can tell the world that he was right
INTERLUDE
| Dm | % |
VERSE
Dm
Now the house is burnt, along with Gilbert Green
Dm C
Sad to see his sisters stand and cry
F E
And in the basement lies a song that wasn't seen
Am G
Tells the tale of laughing men and yellow beans
G E Am F#
Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it goes
G E
Too bad for Gilbert Green
C A D5
Now we can tell the world that he was right
CODA
| D | % | Dsus4 D Dsus4 D |
| D | Em | D | Em |
| G | % | Em Em/Eb | Em/D Em/C# |
| G | A | D |
| D | B | Em | A |
(fade out)