VERSE 1 
G              Em                     Am 
To the bar he goes in his half grown beard 
         C 
and his workman's clothes 
 G             Em                  Am 
Till closing time he will sit and think of the things 
     C             D 
that he did in his prime 
          C                    Em             Am 
When his hair was longer, and his ideals were stronger 
C           D 
 before he let things pass 
           C                D             C       G 
When he thought he was the voice of the working class 
           C                 D             C       G 
he really thought he was the voice of the working class 
 
VERSE 2 

But the years rolled by and they took their toll 

one grows tired and one grows old 

looks for a temporary situation 

might as well wait for his superanuation 

Now he hardly thinks of a manuscript he wrote 

he sits and drinks in a Fitzroy pub 

and refuses to admit that he has missed the boat 

He refuses to admit that he has missed the boat 
 
BRIDGE 
G    C      D    C        G           C         D      C 
But Oh! the memories, of wild nights spent in Carlton bars 
G    C      D        C         G     C       D       C 
And oh the tales he tells, of dexydrin and borrowed cars 
G    C          D           C         G 
His hands they shake, his eyes they glaze 
     C    D         C       G 
He exaggerates his Whitlam days 
    C       D        C      G 
We all grow old, we all get fat 
        C       D        C        D 
Pray to God we don't all go like that 
 
VERSE 3 
As the night rolls on and it's getting late 
So it's off home to house he hates 
For the restless sleep on the clean white sheets 
and the morning when his head will ache 
just it time to catch a train 
and start the whole thing fresh again 
But is fresh the word you'd use? 
Not much to win, much too much to lose 
 
CHORUS (chords as bridge) 
Do not go gently, do not go sad 
Do not go gently, do not go sad 
Do not go gently, do not go sad 
Do not go gently, do not go sad 
 
REPEAT