Here In The Going Going Gone
Greg BrownVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0 (022010 C note often added to Em = Cmaj7)
Dark laughter on the teeter-totter,
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an old song floats across the water.
I know I should pack up and move on.
One-note Johnnies proliferate,
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the wind rises, the hour is late
here in the going going gone.
To Intro:
My heart ain't mine, my heart is yours
or else I left it out-of-doors
like a baseball glove out on the lawn.
I'd walk through fire to retrieve it,
but still you never would believe it
here in the going going gone.
Everywhere you look you see
more of you and more of me
scrambling for the goods, the lines are drawn.
Peace and quiet, is there any?
We are the beautiful too many,
here in the going going gone.
Modern Love's a loaded gun.
I live alone and love everyone
and I feel pretty good, is that so wrong?
Passion called and I would blow it.
Now I'm an old Chinese poet
here in the going going gone.
Porch full of winter squash and pumpkin,
Summer's always really something,
but one day Fall arrives with a chilly dawn.
While lovers make love in warm beds,
the forsaken sit and scratch their heads
here in the going going gone.
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Readable chord sheet for Here In The Going Going Gone by Greg Brown
[E] [A] [D] [G] [B] [E] ) Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0 (022010 C note often added to Em = Cmaj7) [G6] [Em] [D] [C] [G] D[G6]ark laughter on the teeter-totter, [Em] ( [Cmaj7]) an old song floats across the water. I[D] know I should pac[C]k up and move on.[G] [D/F#] O[G6]ne-note Johnnies proliferate, [Em] ( [Cmaj7]) the wind rises, the hour is late h[D]ere in the goi[C]ng going gone. [G] To Intro: My heart ain't mine, my heart is yours or else I left it out-of-doors like a baseball glove out on the lawn. I'd walk through fire to retrieve it, but still you never would believe it here in the going going gone. Everywhere you look you see more of you and more of me scrambling for the goods, the lines are drawn. Peace and quiet, is there any? We are the beautiful too many, here in the going going gone. Modern Love's a loaded gun. I live alone and love everyone and I feel pretty good, is that so wrong? Passion called and I would blow it. Now I'm an old Chinese poet here in the going going gone. Porch full of winter squash and pumpkin, Summer's always really something, but one day Fall arrives with a chilly dawn. While lovers make love in warm beds, the forsaken sit and scratch their heads here in the going going gone.