"Roses and Gold" from Dust Diaries by Robin Jackson Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Moonshine, cover [C] me in _ moonshine _
And I'll [Am] fill your cup with sentimental [C] tales of raspberry wine _
Cause I've [Dm] been singing these [F] cowboy tears since we came [C] to an end _
And _ [Dm] I'm writing snake [F] oil poems and drinking _ [C] alabaster gin _ _
Like a kite in the [G] wind
_ Oh I'm caught [Dm] in a spin, _ _ _ _ I'm out [Am] on a limb _ _ _
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_ _ Sweet _ _ _ dreams, cover [C] me in sweet dreams _
[Am] And I'll paint you a story of roses and [C] gold and bittersweet _ things
_ It's [Dm] time to say hello to [F] these lonesome [C] _ _ _ _ lullabies
_ [Dm] And write into the story of [F] a new [C] sunrise _ _ _
May our river [G] of tears _ _ wash away [Dm] all our fear
_ And make it [Am] perfectly clear _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Sweet pie, well mama make [C] me some sweet pie
Fill _ [Am] _ it with whatever makes [C] it better and will cause these eyes to dry _ _
_ And I [Dm] pray to mother Mary, [F] great spirit and the [C] holy fool _ _
That _ [Dm] we listen to each [F] other and take heed of the [C] golden rule _ _
That you do [G] unto me, _ _ what I do [Dm] unto _ you _
And we both [Am] see it _ through _ _
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_ [Dm] Soft _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ grace, cover [C] me in soft _ grace
_ And I'll [Am] fashion you a cup of forgiveness and [C] gypsum and metal and lace
_ [Dm] Cause this poetry [F] that you've put inside [C] my _ _ heart _
_ _ [Dm] _ Rattles like a [F] 57 engine about [C] to _ _ start
Like a kite in the [G] wind _ _
Oh I'm caught in a [Dm] spin, _ _ _ _ I'm out [Am] on a limb _ _ _
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_ _ _ Rain dance, _ oh do [C] a little rain dance _
_ _ [Am] _ Call in the lightning and the thunder to wash [C] away the sorrowful trance _
_ [Dm] And we'll bathe in rose petal [F] fire while the will [C]-o'-wisp _ _ sings _
_ _ [Dm] And purify [G] our eyes with [F] water from the [C] holy spring _ _
And in the days [G] that we're old, _ _ may the story [Dm] that's told
_ Be [Em] made of [Am] roses and gold _ _ _ _
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