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Download{t:He's Gone} {st:Grateful Dead} [F]Rat in a train ditch, caught on a limb, [F] [Bb]You know better but [C]I know [F]him. [F]Like I told you, what I said, [F] [Bb]Steal your face right [C]off your [F]head. [F]Now he's [Bb]gon[F]e, now he's [Bb]gon[F]e. [Bb]He's [C]gone. Like a [Bb]steam locomotive [C]rollin' down the track, He's [Bb]gone, gone, and [F]nothin's gonna [F7/Eb]bring him [Bb]back, he's [F]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. [C]Goin' where the [Eb]wind don't blow so [Bb]strange, [C]Maybe off on some [Eb]high cold mountain [Bb]chain. [Eb]Lost one round but the [Bb]prize wasn't [Ab]anything, A [Eb]knife in the [Ebm]back and [Bb]more of the [C]same, same old.