Chords for George Jones- "Wild Irish Rose"

_ [Ab] _ They _ _ _ [Bb] _
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_ _ _ _ sent him to Asia [Db] to fight in [Ab] the war.
[Db] He came [Ab] back home crazy [Eb] and asked _ what for.
[Ab] They had him committed, oh, [Db] with [Ab] medals and all, [Db] to a mental _ [Ab] hospital _ [Eb] with [Ab] rubber walls.
They _ cut _ off the funding, [Db] oh, they cut [Ab] off the lights. _
[Db] He hit the [Ab] street running [Eb] that cold winter night.
[Ab] Now the streets are the only _ [Db] place he can [Ab] call home.
[Db] He seems oh [Ab] so lonely, [Eb] but he's never [Ab] alone.
_ [Eb] He [Bbm] _
[Eb] _ [Ab] _ lies [C] there holding [Db] his wild _ [Ab] Irish horse, [Db] this crazy [Ab] old fool, [Eb] with the smelly old [G] clothes.
Oh, [Ab] he could have [C] had something [Fm] much better, [Eb] [Db] God knows, _ _ _ [Ab] than a half _ [Fm]-empty bottle [Eb] of wild _ [Ab] Irish blood. _
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A baby named Scarlett [Db] with laughing [Ab] blue eyes [Db] _ _
[Ab] has been in his watch _ [Eb] all the way back since 65.
So [Ab] much was forgotten, [Db] oh, so far back [Ab] in time, [Db] way down in [Ab] the bottom [Eb] of a river _ [Ab] of wine. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] You know they found [Ab] him at Clark Street in [Db] West 25th. _
[Ab] They can't even [Eb] find a heartbeat.
_ Lord, his fingers are stiff.
[Ab] _ It's just like they're frozen, _ [Db] and he's holding it tight.
[Ab] But [Db] the habit, [Ab] oh, it's broken.
[Eb] This is _ Rose's [Ab] last night.
[Eb] _ [Fm] _ [Eb] [Ab] He lies [C] there holding [Db] his wild _ [Ab]
Irish road, [Db] but his soul's [Ab] in a place [Eb] where a real hero goes.
[Ab] Now he's got something [C] better, [Fm] much better, [Eb] [Db] God knows, _ _ [Ab] than a half [Fm]-empty bottle [Eb] of [Db]
wild [Eb] _ [Db] Irish road. _ _
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