Dubliners - The last thing on my mind

It's a ^Glesson too ^Clate for the ^Glearnin', ^Cmade of ^Gsand^D, made of ^Gsand In the wink of an ^Ceye my soul is ^Gturnin', ^Cin your ^Ghand^D, in your ^Ghand.

Are you ^Dgoing away with no ^Cword of fare^Gwell, will there ^Cbe not a ^Gtrace left be^Dhind?^D7 Well, I ^Gcould have loved you ^Cbetter, didn't ^Gmean to be unkind; you ^Dknow that was the ^D7last thing on my ^Gmind.

You've got ^Greasons a-^Cplenty for ^Ggoin', ^Cthis I ^Gknow^D, this I ^Gknow. For the weeds have been ^Csteadily ^Ggrowin', ^Cplease don't ^Ggo,^D please don't ^Ggo.

Are you ^Dgoing away with no ^Cword of fare^Gwell, will there ^Cbe not a ^Gtrace left be^Dhind?^D7 Well, I ^Gcould have loved you ^Cbetter, didn't ^Gmean to be unkind; you ^Dknow that was the ^D7last thing on my ^Gmind.

As we walk on, my ^Cthoughts keep ^Gtumblin', ^Cround and ^Ground^D, round and ^Ground Underneath our feet the ^Csubways ^Grumblin', ^Cunder^Gground^D, under^Gground

Are you ^Dgoing away with no ^Cword of fare^Gwell, will there ^Cbe not a ^Gtrace left be^Dhind?^D7 Well, I ^Gcould have loved you ^Cbetter, didn't ^Gmean to be unkind; you ^Dknow that was the ^D7last thing on my ^Gmind.

As I lie in my ^Cbed in the ^Gmornin', ^Cwithout ^Gyou^D, without ^Gyou. Every song in my ^Cbreast lies a ^Gbornin', ^Cwithout ^Gyou^D, without ^Gyou.

Are you ^Dgoing away with no ^Cword of fare^Gwell, will there ^Cbe not a ^Gtrace left be^Dhind?^D7 Well, I ^Gcould have loved you ^Cbetter, didn't ^Gmean to be unkind; you ^Dknow that was the ^D7last thing on my ^Gmind.