Chords for Junior Sisk: "He Died a Rounder at 21"

[D#] I told him I'd buy him some hot eel seasoning.
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_ _ _ _ He drank whiskey for his liver, he smoked cigarettes for his lungs.
[B] He loved the women for his ego, he died around there at 21.
[F#] _ _
[B] He never worked [F#m] down at the [B] sawmill, he couldn't stand [F#] that bright sunshine.
He lived 21 years in his life, [B] he was a thousand [F#] in his time.
_ It was the night when the blues had hit him, he must have drank the wreath of rum.
He got mad as hell when I told him, you'll never [D#m] live past 21.
[F#] _ _ Well if [F#] a man ever hit me harder, [B] I don't know where [F#] or when.
He picked me up off of the bar floor, [B] he said I'd like to [F#] be your friend. _
The other night I overheard him talking to an old man at the bar.
He said, oh daddy I love you, [B] I just don't like where you are.
_ Tell mama to turn my light on and turn down my feather [F#m] bed.
I'll be 21 tomorrow, but [C#] tomorrow he was [F#] dead.
There were 21 miles to the graveyard, and 21 roses red.
This is the story of a rounder [B] who at 21 [F#] he was dead.
He drank whiskey for his liver, [B] he smoked cigarettes [F#] for his lungs.
He loved the women for his ego, [B] he died a [F#] rounder at 21.
[B] He died a rounder at [F#]
21.
He [B] died a rounder at 21.
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