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DmOn a hill, inside a house in Covewell Reach
DmStands a man who's feeling very Ctired
FLooking at a song he wrote some Etime ago
AmCould have made it big inside a GBroadway show
DmEvery day I go away and find ideas
DmThink I'll climb on top of somewhere Chigh
FCouldn't I write a song about a Eman who's dead?
AmDidn't really know if he was Goff his head
GEv'rybody Eknows, Amthat's the way it Fgoes
Too Gbad for Gilbert EGreen
Now Cwe can tell the Aworld that he was Dmright
Dm
DmSitting in his attic on a sunny day
DmMending fifty goblets that are Cworn
FHumming to himself a song of Eyesteryear
His Amhearing wasn't good but his eyes were Gclear
GEv'rybody Eknows, Amthat's the way it Fgoes
Too Gbad for Gilbert EGreen
Now Cwe can tell the Aworld that he was Dmright
Dm
DmNow the house is burnt, along with Gilbert Green
DmSad to see his sisters stand and Ccry
And Fin the basement lies a song that Ewasn't seen
AmTells the tale of laughing men and Gyellow beans
GEv'rybody Eknows, Amthat's the way it Fgoes
Too Gbad for Gilbert EGreen
Now Cwe can tell the Aworld that he was D5right
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