The Last Thing On My Mind
Tom Paxton, 1964· Songs Well-Known in America · p.191
Intro: C F C F C G C
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It's a lesson too late for the learning, made of sand, - made of sand
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In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, in your hand, - in your hand.
Chorus:
G F C
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
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Will there be not a trace left behind?
C F C
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind;
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you know that was the last thing on my mind.
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You've got reasons a-plenty for going, this I know, - this I know.
F C
For the weeds have been steadily growing,
F C G C
please don't go, - please don't go. (Chorus)
F C
As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumbling,
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round and round, - round and round
F C
Underneath our feet the subway’s rumbling,
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underground, - underground (Chorus)
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As I lie in my bed in the morning, without you, without you.
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Every song in my breast lies a-borning, without you, - without you. (Chorus)