FF7
Rat in a train ditch, caught on a limb,
BbCF
You know better but I know him.
FF7
Like I told you, what I said,
BbCF
Steal your face right off your head.
FBbFBbFBbC
Now he's gone, now he's gone. He's gone.
BbC
Like a steam locomotive rollin' down the track,
BbFF7/EbBbF
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.
CEbBb
Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange,
CEbBb
Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.
EbBbAb
Lost one round but the prize wasn't anything,
EbEbmBbCA knife in the back and more of the same, same old.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.