Rosa May Chords by Dave Stamey
Tempo:
153.5 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
D
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Her name was Rosemary.
[F#m] She arrived one autumn day [G] to ply her trade [A] in the town of Bodie.
[D] And her cheeks were blazing red, [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
But [G] the lines around [A] her mouth were even [D] colder.
Down on Maiden Lane, [F#m] like the others just the same, [G] she laid [A] down for the miner's dollar.
[D] And her hands were coarse and plain, [F#m] like a song without refrain.
[G] But there was [A] always lace on [D] her collar.
[A] Well the miners gathered round, [G] to throw their [D] money down.
[Bm] And touch the [G] goods that she [D] was selling.
And [A] she smelled the smoking sweat, [G] and the whiskey [D] on her breath.
[C#m] [Bm] And always they found her willing.
[A]
[G] And always [A] they found her [D] willing.
She was a girl no longer young.
[F#m] And when each night's work was done, [G] she'd face the light [A] of bitter morning.
And [D] in the stove she'd build a fire.
[F#m] And though the flames danced high, [G]
[A] she never felt a [D] warning.
To the opium den she'd go, [F#m] on King Street through the snow.
For [G] she'd take the pipe, [A] that would soothe and blind her.
And she [D] spent the endless days, [F#m] in a yellow smoky haze.
Till the [G] night would come, [A] and men [D] would find her.
[A] Well the boom it came and went, [G] and all the money [D] spent.
[Bm] And still she [G] stayed in the [D] town of Bodie.
[A] And the wind it howled and shrieked, [G] through the empty [A] lonely streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage was [A] like poetry.
[B]
[A] [G] The whisper of [A] the sage was [D] like poetry.
They found her a winter's dawn, [F#m] the smoke from her fire gone.
Her [G] eyes were open [A]
to the endless mystery.
[D] And they buried her without prayer, [F#m] on the slope just over there.
[G] And they drifted on, [A]
and were lost [D] to history.
[A] Well the boom it came and went, [G] and all the dollars [A] spent.
[F#] And still she [G] stays in the town of [D] Bodie.
[E] And [A] the wind it howled and shrieked, [G] through the empty lonely [A] streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage is [A] like poetry.
[G] The whisper of [A] the sage is [D] like poetry.
Her name was Rosemaine, [F#m] she arrived one autumn day.
She left to [G] plow her trade, [A] in the [E] town of [A]
Bodie.
[D] And her cheeks were blazing red, [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
[G] But the lines around her [A] mouth were [D] even colder.
[E] [G] And there was [A] always lace on her [D] collar.
[G] And the whisper of the [A] sage is like [Bm] poetry.
[G]
[A]
[D]
[F#m] She arrived one autumn day [G] to ply her trade [A] in the town of Bodie.
[D] And her cheeks were blazing red, [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
But [G] the lines around [A] her mouth were even [D] colder.
Down on Maiden Lane, [F#m] like the others just the same, [G] she laid [A] down for the miner's dollar.
[D] And her hands were coarse and plain, [F#m] like a song without refrain.
[G] But there was [A] always lace on [D] her collar.
[A] Well the miners gathered round, [G] to throw their [D] money down.
[Bm] And touch the [G] goods that she [D] was selling.
And [A] she smelled the smoking sweat, [G] and the whiskey [D] on her breath.
[C#m] [Bm] And always they found her willing.
[A]
[G] And always [A] they found her [D] willing.
She was a girl no longer young.
[F#m] And when each night's work was done, [G] she'd face the light [A] of bitter morning.
And [D] in the stove she'd build a fire.
[F#m] And though the flames danced high, [G]
[A] she never felt a [D] warning.
To the opium den she'd go, [F#m] on King Street through the snow.
For [G] she'd take the pipe, [A] that would soothe and blind her.
And she [D] spent the endless days, [F#m] in a yellow smoky haze.
Till the [G] night would come, [A] and men [D] would find her.
[A] Well the boom it came and went, [G] and all the money [D] spent.
[Bm] And still she [G] stayed in the [D] town of Bodie.
[A] And the wind it howled and shrieked, [G] through the empty [A] lonely streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage was [A] like poetry.
[B]
[A] [G] The whisper of [A] the sage was [D] like poetry.
They found her a winter's dawn, [F#m] the smoke from her fire gone.
Her [G] eyes were open [A]
to the endless mystery.
[D] And they buried her without prayer, [F#m] on the slope just over there.
[G] And they drifted on, [A]
and were lost [D] to history.
[A] Well the boom it came and went, [G] and all the dollars [A] spent.
[F#] And still she [G] stays in the town of [D] Bodie.
[E] And [A] the wind it howled and shrieked, [G] through the empty lonely [A] streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage is [A] like poetry.
[G] The whisper of [A] the sage is [D] like poetry.
Her name was Rosemaine, [F#m] she arrived one autumn day.
She left to [G] plow her trade, [A] in the [E] town of [A]
Bodie.
[D] And her cheeks were blazing red, [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
[G] But the lines around her [A] mouth were [D] even colder.
[E] [G] And there was [A] always lace on her [D] collar.
[G] And the whisper of the [A] sage is like [Bm] poetry.
[G]
[A]
[D]
Key:
A
G
D
F#m
Bm
A
G
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Her name was Rosemary. _
[F#m] She arrived one autumn day _ [G] to ply her trade [A] _ in the town of _ Bodie. _ _ _
[D] And her cheeks were blazing red, _ _ [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
But [G] the lines around [A] her mouth were even [D] colder. _ _ _ _ _
Down on Maiden Lane, _ [F#m] like the others just the same, _ _ [G] she laid [A] down for the miner's dollar.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] And her hands were coarse and plain, _ _ [F#m] like a song without refrain.
_ [G] _ But there was [A] always lace on [D] her collar.
_ _ _ _ [A] Well the miners gathered round, _ [G] to throw their [D] money down.
_ [Bm] And touch the _ [G] goods that she [D] was selling.
_ _ _ _ And [A] she smelled the smoking sweat, _ [G] and the whiskey [D] on her breath.
[C#m] _ _ [Bm] And always _ they found her willing.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] And always [A] _ _ they found her [D] willing. _ _
_ _ She was a girl no longer young.
_ [F#m] And when each night's work was done, _ _ [G] she'd face the light [A] _ _ of bitter morning. _
_ _ And [D] in the stove she'd build a fire.
_ [F#m] And though the flames danced high, _ _ [G] _ _
[A] she never felt a [D] warning. _ _
_ _ _ To the opium den she'd go, _ [F#m] on King Street through the snow.
_ For [G] she'd take the pipe, [A] _ that would soothe and blind her.
_ _ And she [D] spent the endless days, _ _ [F#m] in a yellow _ smoky haze.
_ Till the [G] night would come, [A] _ and men [D] would find her. _
_ _ _ [A] Well the boom it came and went, _ _ [G] and all the money [D] spent.
_ [Bm] And still she [G] stayed in the [D] town of _ Bodie.
_ _ [A] And the wind it howled and shrieked, _ [G] through the empty [A] lonely streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage was [A] like poetry.
[B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ [G] The whisper of [A] the sage was [D] like poetry. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ They found her a winter's dawn, _ [F#m] the smoke from her fire gone.
_ Her [G] eyes were open [A] _
to the endless mystery. _ _
_ _ [D] And they buried her without prayer, [F#m] _ on the slope just over there.
_ [G] And they drifted on, [A] _
and were lost [D] to history. _ _
_ _ [A] Well the boom it came and went, _ _ _ [G] and all the dollars [A] spent.
_ [F#] And still she _ [G] stays in the town of [D] Bodie. _
[E] And _ _ [A] the wind it howled and shrieked, [G] through the empty lonely [A] streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage is [A] like poetry. _ _ _
_ _ [G] The whisper of [A] the sage is [D] like poetry. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Her name was Rosemaine, _ _ [F#m] she arrived one autumn day.
She left to [G] plow her trade, [A] _ in the [E] town of _ _ [A]
Bodie.
_ _ [D] And her cheeks were blazing red, _ _ [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
_ [G] But the lines around her [A] mouth were [D] even colder. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _ And there was [A] always lace on her [D] collar. _ _
_ _ _ [G] And the whisper of the [A] sage is like [Bm] poetry. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Her name was Rosemary. _
[F#m] She arrived one autumn day _ [G] to ply her trade [A] _ in the town of _ Bodie. _ _ _
[D] And her cheeks were blazing red, _ _ [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
But [G] the lines around [A] her mouth were even [D] colder. _ _ _ _ _
Down on Maiden Lane, _ [F#m] like the others just the same, _ _ [G] she laid [A] down for the miner's dollar.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] And her hands were coarse and plain, _ _ [F#m] like a song without refrain.
_ [G] _ But there was [A] always lace on [D] her collar.
_ _ _ _ [A] Well the miners gathered round, _ [G] to throw their [D] money down.
_ [Bm] And touch the _ [G] goods that she [D] was selling.
_ _ _ _ And [A] she smelled the smoking sweat, _ [G] and the whiskey [D] on her breath.
[C#m] _ _ [Bm] And always _ they found her willing.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] And always [A] _ _ they found her [D] willing. _ _
_ _ She was a girl no longer young.
_ [F#m] And when each night's work was done, _ _ [G] she'd face the light [A] _ _ of bitter morning. _
_ _ And [D] in the stove she'd build a fire.
_ [F#m] And though the flames danced high, _ _ [G] _ _
[A] she never felt a [D] warning. _ _
_ _ _ To the opium den she'd go, _ [F#m] on King Street through the snow.
_ For [G] she'd take the pipe, [A] _ that would soothe and blind her.
_ _ And she [D] spent the endless days, _ _ [F#m] in a yellow _ smoky haze.
_ Till the [G] night would come, [A] _ and men [D] would find her. _
_ _ _ [A] Well the boom it came and went, _ _ [G] and all the money [D] spent.
_ [Bm] And still she [G] stayed in the [D] town of _ Bodie.
_ _ [A] And the wind it howled and shrieked, _ [G] through the empty [A] lonely streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage was [A] like poetry.
[B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ [G] The whisper of [A] the sage was [D] like poetry. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ They found her a winter's dawn, _ [F#m] the smoke from her fire gone.
_ Her [G] eyes were open [A] _
to the endless mystery. _ _
_ _ [D] And they buried her without prayer, [F#m] _ on the slope just over there.
_ [G] And they drifted on, [A] _
and were lost [D] to history. _ _
_ _ [A] Well the boom it came and went, _ _ _ [G] and all the dollars [A] spent.
_ [F#] And still she _ [G] stays in the town of [D] Bodie. _
[E] And _ _ [A] the wind it howled and shrieked, [G] through the empty lonely [A] streets.
[Bm] And the whisper of the sage is [A] like poetry. _ _ _
_ _ [G] The whisper of [A] the sage is [D] like poetry. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Her name was Rosemaine, _ _ [F#m] she arrived one autumn day.
She left to [G] plow her trade, [A] _ in the [E] town of _ _ [A]
Bodie.
_ _ [D] And her cheeks were blazing red, _ _ [F#m] from the chilly wind she said.
_ [G] But the lines around her [A] mouth were [D] even colder. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _ And there was [A] always lace on her [D] collar. _ _
_ _ _ [G] And the whisper of the [A] sage is like [Bm] poetry. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _