E C#m A C#m A EA E I was born in these woods, and these hills are my homeA E And the fields will be ready when the spring time comesC#m A E But I'm just here for a little whileA E And I'm just here for a little whileB5 C#5 A Like a tree by the river I'm holding onE A E A But everything get goneE A7 E But everything get goneE C#m A EContinúa después del anuncioA E On a gravel road, bout a mile downA E There's and old farm house with a fence aroundA E The windows are broken the roof is falling inA E Its never going to be a home againB5 C#5 A Like shutters in the wind I'm holding onE A E A But everything gets goneE A7 E But everything gets goneE C#m A EA E These grave stones are the ones that were here beforeA E They're never going to live or love anymoreA E Were just here for a little whileA E Were just here for a little whileB5 C#5 A Like a deathbed man that cant hold onE A7 E Everything gets goneE A7 E Everything gets goneE A7 E Everything gets goneE A7 E Everything gets gone
Everything Gets Gone
William Elliott Whitmore
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