THAT WAS THE LAST THING ON MY MIND
(BAR)
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4/4 1234 12 (without intro)
Intro:
It’s a lesson too late for the learnin’,
made of sand,
made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin’,
in your hand,
in your hand.
Chorus:
Are you goin’ away with no word of fare-well? Will there be not a trace left be-hind?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn’t mean to be un - kind, you know,
That was the last thing on my mind.
You’ve got reasons a-plenty for goin’
this I know,
this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin’,
please don’t go,
please don’t go.
(Chorus)