The Last Thing On My Mind

Words & Music:

Tom Paxton


       G          C            G

It's a lesson too late for the learning,

C       G D         G

Made of sand, made of sand.

       G          C              G

In the wink of an eye my soul is turning,

C       G D         G

In your hand, in your hand.



        D                  C           G

Are you going away with no word of farewell?

           C        G            D D7

Will there be not a trace left behind?

        G                    C              G

Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind,

          D            D7               G

You know, that was the last thing on my mind.


As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling,

'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round.

Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling,

Underground, underground.




You've got reasons a-plenty for going,

This I know, this I know.

For the weeds have been steadily growing,

Please don't go, please don't go.




As I lie in my bed every morning,

Without you, without you,

Each song in my breast dies a-borning,

Without you, without you.




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