Gone till November (chord) chord by pog
To help you with this tab you can listen to my guitar cover on youtube.
http://youtu.be/TEbIxv1qLhw
[Guitar chord]
: 0 2 2 1 0 0 : 0 2 2 0 0 0 : x 0 2 2 2 0
: x 2 4 2 4 2 Esus9 : 0 2 4 2 0 0
: 0 2 2 2 0 0 : 0 2 2 0 2 0 : x 0 4 4 4 0
: 0 2 2 4 0 0 : 0 2 2 0 3 0 * : x 0 7 6 5 0
[Intro]
I wanna dedicate this song, Gone Til November...
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
[Verse 1]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I can t work a nine to five
Esus9
so I ll be Gone... Til November
Said I ll be Gone Til November
*
I ll be Gone Til November
*
Yo, tell my girl yo I ll be Gone Til November
I ll be Gone Til November
I ll be Gone Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo I ll be Gone Til November
*
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I can t stay
I ll be Gone Til November
I ll be Gone Til November...
And give a kiss to my mother...
[Verse 2]
Girl I gotta leave, please don t cry
When I come back, you know the limit s the sky
I ll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetery
If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless
[Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I can t work a nine to five
Esus9
so I ll be Gone... Til November
Said I ll be Gone Til November
*
I ll be Gone Til November
*
Yo, tell my girl yo I ll be Gone Til November
I ll be Gone Til November
I ll be Gone Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo I ll be Gone Til November
*
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I can t stay
I ll be Gone Til November
I ll be Gone Til November...
And give a kiss to my mother...
[Verse 3]
We had nothin
I had to do something
So I m Knocking On Heaven s Door, like I m Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges I m facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetery
If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
Some die with a name, some die nameless!
[Chorus 3] same as chorus 1-2
I hope youâll enjoy this tab!