Fare Well, Good Fellows Chords by Mischief Brew

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_ [F] _ [E] _ [F#m] Farewell, good [A] fellows, your ways are not for [D] me.
[A] Farewell, good [D] fellows, your [E] ways are not for [F#m] me.
Rest upon your [A] laurels, glad you found your [D] peace, but
[A] Farewell, good [D] fellows, your [E] ways are not for me.
_ _ [F#m] Rapping at the [A] chapel door, [E] sweeping up an [F#m] enemy's floor,
Do not touch or [A] make a sound, [E] keep your eyes [D] upon the ground,
I [A] read your countless [D] volumes, [A] shun your many [D] sins,
But I [A] cannot find [D] salvation in the [E] rattling of your [D] tins.
I [A] wish good to your [D] children, and [A] their own children [D] too,
But your [A] armor will not fit [D] me, although [E] fine, it's suitin' you. _
[F] [F#m] So, farewell, good [A] fellows, your ways are not for [D] me.
[A] Farewell, good [D] fellows, your [E] ways are not for [F#m] me.
[A] Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your [D] peace, but
[A] Farewell, good [D] fellows, your [E] ways are not for me.
_ [F] [F#m] A flag is waved, a [A] bomb is thrown, so [E] many names and [F#m] dates to know,
Books upon the [A] books are stacked to [E] get something so [D] simple back.
We're [A] talking [D] revolution, but [A] spiral's not the [D] spin,
[A] Where you fall down [D] dizzy and forget [E] where to [D] begin.
I [A] wish good to your [D] children, and [A] their own children [D] too,
But your [A] armor will not [D] fit me, although [E] fine, it's suitin' you.
_ [F] [F#m] Suitin' [A] you, [C#m] _ [D] [A] suitin' [D] you, [E] _ [E] suitin' [A] you, [C#m] _ [D] [A] suitin' [D] you.
[E] _ [D] [A] Turn your blessings into weapons, and hold them before your chest,
To you and all your [D] comrades, [E] I only wish [D] the best.
[A] We may not meet [D] again, for we are [A] treading separate [D] trails,
[A] But I'll cast off [D] and see you on [E] seas or roads [D] or rails.
From [A] chapels to the [D] armies, [A] magician to the [D] knave,
You [A] either blaze [D] your own trail, or you're [E] digging your own [D] grave.
I [A] wish good to your [D] children, and their [A] own children [D] too,
But your [A] armor will not fit [E] me, although fine, it's suitin' you. _
[A] Said, your armor [E] will not fit [A] me.
[D] [A] Your armor will [Em] not fit me, although [A] fine, it's [D] suitin' you.
[A] Your armor will [E] not fit me.
[A] _ [D] [A] Your armor will not [E] fit me, although [A] fine, it's suitin' [D] you.
So, [A] farewell good [D] fellows.
[A] _ [D] [A] Farewell good [D] fellows, your [Em] ways are not for [D] me.
[A] Farewell good [D] fellows, [A] _ [D] [A] farewell [D] good fellows, [E] your ways are not for me, _ not [A] for me. _ _
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