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From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU

He's Gone -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia)

F                                      F7
Rat in a train ditch, caught on a limb,

Bb                  C      F
You know better but I know him.

F                            F7
Like I told you, what I said,

Bb                    C        F
Steal your face right off your head.

F        Bb F           Bb F   Bb   C
Now he's gone, now he's gone.  He's gone.

       Bb               C
Like a steam locomotive rollin' down the track,

     Bb              F              F7/Eb     Bb         F
He's gone, gone, and nothin's gonna bring him back, he's gone.


Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside.
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile, nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile.

C               Eb                 Bb
Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange,

C                 Eb                 Bb
Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.

Eb                     Bb           Ab
Lost one round but the prize wasn't anything,

  Eb           Ebm      Bb          C
A knife in the back and more of the same, same old.