x#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] 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.
