Year: 1971 - Album: Stones
Written by Tom Paxton
Intro: A D A D A E A A D A D A E A It's a lesson too late for the learnin', made of sand, made of sand, D A D A E A In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin', in your hand, in your hand. E D A D A E E7 Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind? A D A Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind; E E7 A You know that was the last thing on my mind. A D A D A E A You've got reasons a-plenty for goin', this I know, this I know. D A D A E A For the weeds have been steadily growin', please don't go, please don't go. E D A D A E E7 Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind? A D A Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind; E E7 A You know that was the last thing on my mind; E E7 A You know that was the last thing on my mind. (Slowing)
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