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Gone

Penciled in as the opener for GROUNDWORK at one point. God Rest Your Soul got the spot in the end.

TRACK SHEETNo. 20
Key
G
Play it
E shapes, capo 3
Tempo
80 BPM
Words & music
Wes Ellis

CHORDS IN THIS SONG

Shapes with capo 3
  • E
  • C♯×4
  • A×
  • G♯4
  • F
  • B×

Tap any chord in the song to see its shape. The boxes are drawn right-handed; Lefty flips them, which is how I actually play. Use − and + to move the whole song into a key that suits your voice, or tap Capo 3 to see the real chords with no capo.

Verse One

Dusk time, Rollin on by, with a red light running from the sun

Standing in a one-bedroom home, ain't no place to raise a son

And she says, "You're gonna have to get used to being alone, and I'm sorry for that"

"It just you and me, my little man, from right now, until the end"

Chorus One

Cause the plans I made, didn't play out like I laid my claim

One day my heart's gonna run dry, it's gonna run away

One day my house is gonna run dry, he's gonna move away

One day my days are gonna run dry, I'm gonna fade away

It's gonna be gone, gone..... gone.

Verse Two

Seven years fly on by, no time for pictures, it's already gone

Her little man, is now a man, and he ain't that little anymore

So when you base your life on another's, when it's over, what do you do?

She thinks, it's just gonna be me soon, me alone, from here until the end

Chorus Two

Cause the plans I made, didn't lay out like I laid my claim

One day my house is gonna run dry, he's gonna run away

He's gonna be gone, gone.... gone.

Verse Three

Now it seems she's turning gray, as the time shows on her face

Standing in a one-bedroom home, ain't no place to grow old

And her boy worries for her, but he feels he needs to live the life that's his own

She says, "Don't worry for me my son, I've found a man, I can be with until the end."

Chorus Three

But the plans I made, they didn't lay out like I laid my claim

One day my days are gonna run dry, I'm gonna fade away

I'm gonna be gone, gone.... gone.

Words and music © Wes Ellis. All rights reserved. Play it, sing it, learn it; just don't pass it off as yours.