Chords for Little Rosa
Tempo:
78.05 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D]
I was walking past a [G] churchyard the other day, [D] and I noticed a man kneeling down, almost
held a big red rose, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
walked over and put my hand on his shoulder and started to speak to him.
conversation, and in his broken English, this is his story, just as [G] he told it to me.
[D] He said, Mr.,
I walk in and ask the man in the shop, Mr.,
[A] [D]
I was walking past a [G] churchyard the other day, [D] and I noticed a man kneeling down, almost
held a big red rose, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
walked over and put my hand on his shoulder and started to speak to him.
conversation, and in his broken English, this is his story, just as [G] he told it to me.
[D] He said, Mr.,
I walk in and ask the man in the shop, Mr.,
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
I _ was walking past a [G] churchyard the other day, [D] and I noticed a man kneeling down, almost
as if to pray.
[A] In his hand he held a big red rose, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
So I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder and started to speak to him.
And [D] during the course of our conversation, and in his broken English, this is his story, just as [G] he told it to me.
[D] He said, Mr.,
I was walking down the street today, [A] and I passed a big flower shop.
I walk in and ask the man in the shop, Mr.,
how much are for one red rose?
And he look at me with one big frown and say, one dollar.
[D] Just then a swell-dressed young lady come in and she said, Mr.,
how much for [G] the rose?
He said, [D] ten cents, please.
I said, Mr.,
how come you charge [A] the lady ten cents and me one dollar?
He look at me and said, buddy, if you can tell me why you want the rose, maybe I'll give it to you for nothing.
I said, Mr.,
[D] I'm a poor man.
I work on the railroad.
I don't make much money.
I got [G] a little girl, [D] and her name is Rosa.
_ Oh, Mr.,
every night [A] I come home from work, Rosa, she come running up to me and throw her little arms around me and say, Papa.
And I look down at her beautiful big blue eyes and dirty little face, and [D] I said, Rosa.
One day I come home from work and my little Rosa [G] is not there.
[D] Only a big crowd gathered around the tracks.
I go running [A] down and I push the crowd this way and I push the crowd that way.
And there at my feet lies my little Rosa.
She's never going to throw her little arms around me again.
[D] Never going to say, Papa.
_ So you see, Mr.,
the rose, [G] it's not for [D] me.
The rose is for my little Rosa.
_ [A] The man look at me with tears in his eyes, pick the most beautiful, biggest red rose he's got, and he give it to me for nothing.
He said, this is for Rosa.
[D] I said, thank you, Mr.,
thank you.
And though [G] she's gone, [D] you'll see, _ she's still [A] the world to _ me.
To me she'll always be that little girl of mine.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
I _ was walking past a [G] churchyard the other day, [D] and I noticed a man kneeling down, almost
as if to pray.
[A] In his hand he held a big red rose, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
So I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder and started to speak to him.
And [D] during the course of our conversation, and in his broken English, this is his story, just as [G] he told it to me.
[D] He said, Mr.,
I was walking down the street today, [A] and I passed a big flower shop.
I walk in and ask the man in the shop, Mr.,
how much are for one red rose?
And he look at me with one big frown and say, one dollar.
[D] Just then a swell-dressed young lady come in and she said, Mr.,
how much for [G] the rose?
He said, [D] ten cents, please.
I said, Mr.,
how come you charge [A] the lady ten cents and me one dollar?
He look at me and said, buddy, if you can tell me why you want the rose, maybe I'll give it to you for nothing.
I said, Mr.,
[D] I'm a poor man.
I work on the railroad.
I don't make much money.
I got [G] a little girl, [D] and her name is Rosa.
_ Oh, Mr.,
every night [A] I come home from work, Rosa, she come running up to me and throw her little arms around me and say, Papa.
And I look down at her beautiful big blue eyes and dirty little face, and [D] I said, Rosa.
One day I come home from work and my little Rosa [G] is not there.
[D] Only a big crowd gathered around the tracks.
I go running [A] down and I push the crowd this way and I push the crowd that way.
And there at my feet lies my little Rosa.
She's never going to throw her little arms around me again.
[D] Never going to say, Papa.
_ So you see, Mr.,
the rose, [G] it's not for [D] me.
The rose is for my little Rosa.
_ [A] The man look at me with tears in his eyes, pick the most beautiful, biggest red rose he's got, and he give it to me for nothing.
He said, this is for Rosa.
[D] I said, thank you, Mr.,
thank you.
And though [G] she's gone, [D] you'll see, _ she's still [A] the world to _ me.
To me she'll always be that little girl of mine.
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