Verse 1:
Em C D G
I was taught to be proud of where I come from
C D Em A
And I'm so sad that I'm the only one.
Em C D G
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
C D A A A
How did he think that he got to promised lands?
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
Chorus:
D C
Gone, gone, gone,
G D
Not gone for long,
D C G D
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Verse 2:
Em C D G
It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets;
C D Em A
They really know if you got it or you lost it.
Em C D G
I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came from,
C D A A A
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
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