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LOVE WHAT'S GONE - Jim's Big Ego
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Album: They're Everywhere!
Tabbed by: Tad
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Tuning: standard

For the verses, play this over and over, listen to the track for timing:

e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|0---0--------------------0----0--------------------------------------------|
D|--4--------2b0b2b0b2b0------4--------2b0b2b0b2b0b--------------------------|
A|------3-------------------------3------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------3--------------------------3------------------------|

For the chorus play:

G                           Cadd9
I don't really think that I like this game,

G                   Cadd9
I don't think I understood all the rules,

Am             C G                 C
Do you just go on and love what's gone?

Am             D
  Love what's gone?

                           G           C
(On the last chorus play "Love what's gone?" and then end with:

e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------0----------------0---------------------------------------------------|
D|----2----------------2-----------------------------------------------------|
A|--3----------------3-------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------3----------------3-------------------------------------------------|

a few times.)

LYRICS:

A softball shirt, in the picture you were pitching, you were younger than me.
A ball or a strike, your hat is on straight, it's gray here but in my closter I know 
it's red.

A coffee mug, on the wall there's a drawing you made of my mom.  It's in her hand, she's
her robe, it's got a zigzag patter in the cabinet.

And I don't really think that I like this game, I don't think I understood all the
do you just go on and love what's gone?  Love what's gone...

A felt tip pen, in your sketchbook I would sit and I would follow these lines.  That old
there, did she notice you stare as you captured her essence in Mexico?

The New York Times, Sunday crossword by Eugene T. Maleska, and every weekend, before you
sick, you would ink in those words in ten minutes.

And I don't really think that I like this game, I don't think I understood all the
you just go on and love what's gone?  Love what's gone...love what's gone...

A softball shirt...in the picture you were pitching, you were younger than...me...

That's it!  Enjoy and e-mail with questions!