VERSE 1 G5 E5 A5 To the bar he goes in his half grown beard C5 and his workman's clothes G5 E5 A5 Till closing time he will sit and think of the things C5 D5 that he did in his prime C5 E5 A5 When his hair was longer, and his ideals were stronger C5 D5 before he let things pass C5 D5 C5 G5 When he thought he was the voice of the working class C5 D5 C5 G5 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 G5 C5 D5 C5 G5 C5 D5 C5 But Oh! the memories, of wild nights spent in Carlton bars G5 C5 D5 C5 G5 C5 D5 C5 And oh the tales he tells, of dexydrin and borrowed cars G5 C5 D5 C5 G5 His hands they shake, his eyes they glaze C5 D5 C5 G5 He exaggerates his Whitlam days C5 D5 C5 G5 We all grow old, we all get fat C5 D5 C5 D5 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
