Chords for Tom Russell - Rose of Roscrea

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Come _ _ [C#] all you _ homesick _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ fools [F#] and drifters, [C#] _ _ _ _ it's time to [A#] sing _ _ _ _ of the bitter _ [G#] truth. _ _
_ _ [C#] There's a time [G#] for [C#m]
sober [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] introspection _ [C#] _ and _ a time to [A#m] cut _ _ _ _ those [G#] wild [C#] dogs loose.
_ _ _ Now I got me a roaming _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] disposition, _ _ [C#] _
_ _ a wandering [A#m] eye _ _ _ and a [C#] raging _ [G#] thirst. _ _ _ _
It's driven [C#] _ me _ _ _ to the furthest [F#] reaches [C#] _
_ _ to _ [A#m] escape first love _ _ _ _ and [C#] all the hurt. _ _ _ _
Now I can [F#] see _ _ _ _ a [A#m] map of Ireland _ _ _ _ in the drakes of bitter, _ [F#] _ _ _
in this empty [D#m] glass. _ _
_ [G#] _ And [C#] I can _ _ feel _ _ her press [A#m] against me, _ _ _ [C#] the rose of _ _ Rosscraig, _ _ wild Irish [G#] _ lass.
_ _ _ Now I can [F#] _ feel _ _ her _ [A#m] father's fist _ _ _ _ as he knocked me [F#] across _ _ that _ _ stable [D#m] _
floor.
_ _ [G#] _ [C#] I left my blood _ _ _ _ _ and tears [A#m] behind me _ _ _ as I walked [C#] all night from _ [G#] Rosscraig _ to Temple [C#] Moor.
We _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ sailed away _ and _ _ _ we've gone [A] half _ crazy [C#] _
_ on the last _ _ [A#m]
frontiers _ _ _ of your western [G#] _ states. _ _ _ _
So haunted [C#] by _ _ _ hearts _ left _ _ [F#] behind [C#] us _ like the dear young _ [A#m] rose _ _ _ of [G#] old _ [C#] Rosscraig. _ _ _
_ There's nothing for it lads _ _ _ but to sing the old _ songs _ _ like Carrick, [A#m] Fergus _ _ and _ _ Raglan [G#] _ Road. _
_ _ _ Then raise your [C#]
wild _ _ harps and fill [F#] your glasses.
[C#] _ _ _
Sing up those [A#m] lips, _ _ _ _ we'll [G#] kiss [C#] no more.
_ _ _ Now I can [F#] _ see _ _ _ _ a map of [A#m] Ireland _ _ _ in the drakes of [F#] bitter, _ _ _ _ in this [A#m] empty _ [D#m] glass.
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And I can [C#] _ feel _ _ _ her press [A#m] against me, _ _ _ [C#] the rose of _ _ Rosscraig, _ wild _ Irish [G#] lass. _ _ _ _
And I can [F#] _ _ feel _ _ her [C#] _ [A#m] father's fist now _ _ as he knocked me [F#] _ across _ _ that stable _ [D#m] floor.
_ _ [G#] _
_ And I left my blood [C#] _
_ _ _ and tears [A#m]
behind me _ _ as [F#] I walked all [C#] night from _ [G#]
Rosscraig to [C#] Temple Moor. _ _
_ I walked all night _ from [G#] _ _ Rosscraig to Temple [F#] _ Moor. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ Eeeeee. _
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