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Everything Gets Gone

William Elliott Whitmore
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 I was  born in these woods, and these hills are my  home
 And  the fields will be ready when the spring time  comes
 But  I'm just  here for a little  while
 And  I'm just here for a little  while
 Like  a tree by the  river I'm holding  on
But  everything  get gone
But  everything  get gone
 On  a gravel road, bout a mile  down
 There's  and old farm house with a fence around
 The  windows are broken the roof is falling  in
 Its  never going to be a home again
 Like  shutters in the  wind I'm holding  on
But  everything gets  gone
But  everything  gets gone
 These  grave stones are the ones that were here  before
 They're  never going to live or love anymore
 Were  just here for a little while
 Were  just here for a little while
 Like  a deathbed man  that cant  hold on
 Everything  gets gone
 Everything  gets gone
 Everything  gets gone
 Everything  gets gone

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Readable chord sheet for Everything Gets Gone by William Elliott Whitmore

[E]  [C#min]  [A]  [C#min]  [A]  [E]

I w[A]as born in these woods, and these hills are m[E]y home
And[A] the fields will be ready when the spring ti[E]me comes
B[C#min]ut I'm j[A]ust here for a littl[E]e while
And[A] I'm just here for a littl[E]e while
Lik[B5]e a tree by [C#5]the river I'm holding[A] on
[E]But e[A]verythi[E]ng get go[A]ne
[E]But ever[A7]ything get go[E]ne

[E]  [C#min]   [A]   [E]

On[A] a gravel road, bout a mi[E]le down
Th[A]ere's and old farm house with a fence a[E]round
Th[A]e windows are broken the roof is falli[E]ng in
It[A]s never going to be a home a[E]gain
L[B5]ike shutters in [C#5]the wind I'm holding[A] on
[E]But ev[A]erything [E]gets g[A]one
[E]But every[A7]thing gets g[E]one

[E]  [C#min]   [A]   [E]

Th[A]ese grave stones are the ones that were he[E]re before
Th[A]ey're never going to live or love any[E]more
We[A]re just here for a little wh[E]ile
W[A]ere just here for a little w[E]hile
L[B5]ike a deathbed m[C#5]an that cant[A] hold on
E[E]verythin[A7]g gets g[E]one
E[E]verythin[A7]g gets g[E]one
E[E]verythin[A7]g gets g[E]one
E[E]verythin[A7]g gets g[E]one

[E]   [C#min]  [A]   [E]

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