Em           C           D           G   
I was taught to be proud of where I come from
C           D         Em          A  
And I'm so sad that I'm the only one.
Em             C                   D        G    
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
C            D                A          A       A
How did he think that he got to promised lands?

Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.



Chorus: 

D             C
Gone, gone, gone,
G              D
Not gone for long,
            D            C           G           D
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.

Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.



Verse 2:

       Em        C                   D               G
It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets;
       C       D             Em            A 
They really know if you got it or you lost it.
       Em         C               D                 G
I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came from,
   C                D                 A            A       A
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum.



Chorus



Verse 3:

Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.