Chords for The Rumjacks - A Fistful O' Roses (Live in London - Acoustic Sessions)

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_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ I loved you from afar, [C] a boy near Lancaster, [G] sung your name across the bloody clock, your [D] _ ego.
And a voice that took your [C] heart, your [G] charmless little car, now you're nearly a daughter,
mother, [D] a brother, [G] a neo.
This tundish bond of bits, [C] all the folk [G] along the ditch, screaming, Oorah!
Hurry to [D] fucked up places, [G] a right parade of fools, [C] promised all the lonely [G] Jews, like
a [D] fistful of half-dead _ roses.
And we're here again, oh, again, [C] let the whiskey [G] flow again, let the [G] times flow again, [D] sound
away the nail, like a fistful of roses, we'll [C] take you to the grave, every [D] last day, on
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_ _ [G] This boozer is a wreck, [C] pull up and [G] down the deck, might retire or send her [D] off again.
_ [G] When the one red lips [C] and a youthful [G] bite of hip still, the raggedy [D] lives, the lover
[G] jumps the sea.
_ Where the monster boots [C] got their way [G] among the suits, and the silence from the rattle
the [D] can from Jesus.
_ [G] Chain up all the doors, [C] and turf out [G] all the whores, with your [D] fistful of half-dead roses.
And we're here again, oh, [C] again, let the [G] whiskey flow [C] again, let the [G] times flow [D] again, sound
away the nail, [G] like a fistful of roses, [C] we'll take you [G] to the grave, every [D] last day, on
the [G] wrist and tail.
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_ _ All the autumn leaves turn to twillies at your feet, and the high and mighty come to know [D] your thunder.
We [G] can set the world ablaze, but these are early days, and still a hell of a road for
[D] us to [G] wander.
And there's one here among [C] us, so let him [G] rest, take a tip or two, his fibers [D] and his braises.
[G] Strike him off the road, [C] and chuck him [G] down a hole, with a [D] fistful of half-dead roses.
And we're here again, oh, [C] again, let the [G] whiskey flow [C] again, let the [G] times flow [D] again, sound
away the nail, [G] like a fistful of [C] roses, we'll take [G] you to the grave, every [D] last day, on
[G] the wrist and tail.
And we're here again, oh, [C] again, let [G] the whiskey flow [C] again, let [G] the times flow again, [D] sound
away the nail, [G] like a fistful of roses, we'll take you to the grave, every last day, on the
wrist and tail.
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