The Gold It's In The.... Pink Floyd
[E] [D] [A] [E] [D] [A] [E]Come on, my friends, let's [D]make for the [A]hills.
They s[E]ay there's gold but I'm [D]looking for [A]thrills.
You can [E]get your hands on [D]whatever we [A]find,
'Cause I'm on[E]ly coming along for [D]the r[A]ide.
Well, y[B]ou go your way, I'll go mine.
[G]I don't care if we get there on time.
[A]Everybody's searching for something, they say.
I'[F]ll get my kicks on the way.
[E]Over the mountains, ac[D]ross the [A]seas,
[E]Who knows what will be [D]waiting for [A]me?
I could [E]sail forever to [D]strange sounding [A]names.
Fa[E]ces of people and [D]places [A]don't change.
Al[B]l I have to do is just close my eyes
To s[G]ee the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies.
[A]All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me [F]in on the journey.
Don't expect me to stay.
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