LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGilbert Green
On a hill , inside a house in Covewell Reach ,stands a man who's feeling very tiredLooking at a song he wrote some time agoCould have made it big inside a Broadway showEvery day I go away and find ideasThink, I'll climb on top of somewhere highCouldn't I write a song about a man who's deadDidn't really know if he was off his headEv'rybody knows , that's the way it goesToo bad for Gilbert GreenWe can tell the world that he was rightSitting in his attic on a sunny dayMending 50 goblets that are wornHumming to himself a song of yesteryearHis hearing wasn't good but his eyes were clearEv'rybody knows, that's the way it goesToo bad for Gilbert GreenWe can tell the world that he was rightNow the house is burnt along with Gilbert GreenSad to see his sisters stand and cryAnd in the basement lies a song that wasn't seenTells the tale of laughing men and yellow beansEv'rybody knows, that's the way it goesToo bad for Gilbert Green
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