The Last Thing On My Mind --- Tom Paxton
It’s a [G]lesson too
[C]late for the [G]learnin’
[C]Made of [G]sand,
[D]made of [G]sand.
In the [G]wink of an
[C]eye my soul is [G]turnin’
[C]In your [G]hand,
[D]in your [G]hand.
Are you [D]going
away with no [C]word of fare-[G]well?
Will there [C]be
not a [G]trace left be-[D]hind?
Well, I [G]could
have loved you [C]better, didn’t [G]mean
to be unkind.
You know that was the [D]last
thing on my [G]mind.
You’ve got [G]reasons
a-[C]plenty for [G]goin’
[C]This I [G]know,
[D]this I [G]know.
For the [G]weeds
have been [C]steadily [G]growin’
[C]Please don’t [G]go,
[D]please don’t [G]go.
As [G]we walk [C]on
my thoughts are [G]tumblin’
[C]Round and [G]round,
[D]round and [G]round.
Under-[G]neath our [C]feet
the subway’s [G]rumblin’
[C]Under-[G]ground,
[D]under-[G]ground.
As I [G]lie in my [C]bed
in the [G]mornin’
[C]Without [G]you,
[D]without [G]you.
Every [G]song in my
[C]breast dies a-[G]bornin’
[C]Without [G]you,
[D]without [G]you.