Verse 1:
I was [Em]taught to be [C]proud of whe[D]re I come fr[G]om
[C]And I'm so s[D]ad that I'[Em]m the only o[A]ne.
[Em]Like a cold pre[C]acher boy talking on[D]ly to him[G]self
[C]How did he th[D]ink that he got t[A]o promised [A]lands?[A]
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
Chorus:
[D]Gone, gone, go[C]ne,
[G]Not gone for lo[D]ng,
If you're ta[D]ught to be pr[C]oud of where[G] you come fr[D]om.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Verse 2:
It's ha[Em]rd to be c[C]ool when you're play[D]ing for the prop[G]hets;
They re[C]ally kno[D]w if you got i[Em]t or you lost [A]it.
I'll si[Em]ng this son[C]g but I don't kn[D]ow where it came f[G]rom,
Rem[C]inds me of a moun[D]tainside to stand [A]upon and gent[A]ly hum.[A]
Chorus
Verse 3:
Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
I was [Em]taught to be [C]proud of whe[D]re I come fr[G]om
[C]And I'm so s[D]ad that I'[Em]m the only o[A]ne.
[Em]Like a cold pre[C]acher boy talking on[D]ly to him[G]self
[C]How did he th[D]ink that he got t[A]o promised [A]lands?[A]
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
Chorus:
[D]Gone, gone, go[C]ne,
[G]Not gone for lo[D]ng,
If you're ta[D]ught to be pr[C]oud of where[G] you come fr[D]om.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Verse 2:
It's ha[Em]rd to be c[C]ool when you're play[D]ing for the prop[G]hets;
They re[C]ally kno[D]w if you got i[Em]t or you lost [A]it.
I'll si[Em]ng this son[C]g but I don't kn[D]ow where it came f[G]rom,
Rem[C]inds me of a moun[D]tainside to stand [A]upon and gent[A]ly hum.[A]
Chorus
Verse 3:
Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
