E  C#m   A  C#m   A  E

   A                                            E
I was born in these woods, and these hills are my home
   A                                           E
And the fields will be ready when the spring time comes
 C#m     A                   E
But I'm just here for a little while 
   A                         E
And I'm just here for a little while 
   B5          C#5                  A
Like a tree by the river I'm holding on 
E    A      E        A
But everything get gone 
E       A7           E
But everything get gone 

E  C#m     A   E

  A                        E
On a gravel road, bout a mile down
  A                                      E
There's and old farm house with a fence around
  A                                     E
The windows are broken the roof is falling in 
  A                           E
Its never going to be a home again
 B5              C#5                 A
Like shutters in the wind I'm holding on 
E     A        E     A
But everything gets gone 
E        A7          E
But everything gets gone

E  C#m     A   E

  A                                         E
These grave stones are the ones that were here before
  A                                    E
They're never going to live or love anymore
  A                           E
Were just here for a little while 
 A                           E
Were just here for a little while 
 B5              C#5         A
Like a deathbed man that cant hold on 
 E       A7      E
Everything gets gone 
 E       A7      E
Everything gets gone
 E       A7      E
Everything gets gone
 E       A7      E
Everything gets gone