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