E: 0 2 2 1 0 0 Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0 A : x 0 2 2 2 0
B7 : x 2 4 2 4 2 Esus9 : 0 2 4 2 0 0
Esus4: 0 2 2 2 0 0 Em6: 0 2 2 0 2 0 B/A : x 0 4 4 4 0
E5: 0 2 2 4 0 0 Em7: 0 2 2 0 3 0 A* : x 0 7 6 5 0
[Intro]
I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November...
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
EEsus4
[Verse 1]
E5Esus4E
Every time I make a run
EEmEm6Em7
Girl you turn around and cry
Em6EmEmEm6
I ask myself, why oh why?
Em7Em6Em
See you must understand
EmEsus4E
I can't work a nine to five
EEsus9E
so I'll be Gone...'Til November
EA
Said I'll be Gone 'Til November
B/AA*
I'll be Gone 'Til November
A* B/AA
Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
AE
I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til November
E
Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
AB/AA*
January, February, March, April, May...
AB/AA
I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
E
I'll be Gone 'Til November
E
I'll be Gone 'Til November... B7
B7
And give a kiss to my mother...
[Verse 2]
E5Esus4
Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry
EEmEm6
When I come back, you know the limit's the sky
Em7Em6
I'll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
EmEmEm6
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Em7Em6
Drive-by movies, by a cemetery
EmEsus4
If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
EE
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
E
Some die with a name, some die nameless
[Chorus]
E5Esus4E
Every time I make a run
EEmEm6Em7
Girl you turn around and cry
Em6EmEmEm6
I ask myself, why oh why?
Em7Em6Em
See you must understand
EmEsus4E
I can't work a nine to five
EEsus9E
so I'll be Gone...'Til November
EA
Said I'll be Gone 'Til November
B/AA*
I'll be Gone 'Til November
A* B/AA
Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
AE
I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til November
E
Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
AB/AA*
January, February, March, April, May...
AB/AA
I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
E
I'll be Gone 'Til November
E
I'll be Gone 'Til November... B7
B7
And give a kiss to my mother...
[Verse 3]
E5
We had nothin'
Esus4
I had to do something
EEEmEm6
So I'm Knocking On Heaven's Door, like I'm Bob Dylan
Em7Em6
Ever comtemplating, the charges I'm facing
EmEmEm6
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Em7Em6
Take him to the movies, by the cemetery
EmEsus4
If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
E
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
E
Some die with a name, some die nameless!