Chords for The Rumjacks - A Fistful O' Roses (Live at Woodstock Festival Poland 2016)

Tempo:
158.15 bpm
Chords used:

G

C

D

A

Am

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Rumjacks - A Fistful O' Roses (Live at Woodstock Festival Poland 2016) chords
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[D] [G]
[F] [A]
[G]
[D]
[G] [C]
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
Oh, I've loved you from afar, [C] I've mourned your [G] life to star,
Sung your name across the bloody [D] cold, your ease, oh.
[G] Burned a poison to your heart, your charmless little tart,
Now you've never yet learnt to bother a [D] woman, have [G] you?
This town is gone to bits, [C] all the vulgar [G] uncle tits,
Screamin' hoorah!
You've [D] rocked our places, [G] a rat parade of fools,
[C] Not the song for [G] all you do's like a [D] fistful of half-dead, [G] Hoorah!
There's nothing here again, home again,
Let the whiskey flow again, let the dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made [G] like a fistful of roses,
Take them to the grave, every [D] last town there [G] is trash hell.
[C]
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
[Am]
[G] This reason is a rag, [C] all that [G] money's a dag,
Like a tired old sinner [D] off a jam,
[G] When your blood-red lips [C] say,
The youth of [G] Bader hit still the rag,
And [D] some other [G] chums start sayin',
Where the most bad friends [C] come,
You'd better wear your [G] Monday suits,
And the signage come to rattle the [D] campfire,
Jesus!
[G] Salvage ain't a fault of yours,
[C] It's half-bad [G] or the whores,
Like a fistful of [D] half-dead,
[G] Roses!
There's nothing here again, home [C] again,
Let the [G] whiskey flow [C] again, let the [G] dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made [G] like a fistful of roses,
[C]
Take them [G] to the grave, every [D] last town there [G] is trash hell.
[C]
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C]
[G]
[A]
[Am]
[C]
[Am]
[A] [G] [A]
[Am]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [D]
[G] May all the autumn leaves turn to twenties at your feet,
And the higher mighty come to know your thunder,
We could set the world ablaze,
[C] But these are [G] early days,
And there's still a hell of a road for [D] us to [G] wander,
And there's one here among [C] us,
Alone [G] and the rest,
Take a temple to his bibles [D] and his praises,
[G] That strike him off the roll,
[C] And shrug him [G] down old,
Like a [Dm] fistful of half-dead,
[G] Roses!
There's nothing here again, home [C] again,
Let [G] the whiskey flow [C] again, let [G] the dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made like [G] a fistful of [C] roses,
Take [G] them to the grave, every [D]
last town there [G] is trash hell.
There's nothing here again, home again,
[C] Let the [G] whiskey flow again, [C] let the [G] dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made [G] like a fistful of roses,
[C] Take them [G] to the grave, every last [D] town there is [G] trash hell.
[Am]
[A]
[C] [A]
[G] [E] [Am]
[G]
[A] Ho!
[A] [Am]
[G] [Am]
Ho!
[A]
[A]
[D] [G] [F]
[G] [N]
Key:  
G
2131
C
3211
D
1321
A
1231
Am
2311
G
2131
C
3211
D
1321
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To learn Various Artists - (Live at Woodstock Festival Poland 2016) The Rumjacks - A Fistful O Roses chords, anchor your practice on these foundational sequence of chords - G, C, G, D and G. For best results, commence at 79 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 158. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of G Major.

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_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ Oh, I've loved you from afar, [C] I've mourned your [G] life to star,
Sung your name across the bloody [D] cold, your ease, oh.
[G] Burned a poison to your heart, your charmless little tart,
Now you've never yet learnt to bother a [D] woman, have [G] you?
This town is gone to bits, [C] all the vulgar [G] uncle tits,
Screamin' hoorah!
You've [D] rocked our places, [G] a rat parade of fools,
[C] Not the song for [G] all you do's like a [D] fistful of half-dead, [G] Hoorah!
There's nothing here again, home again,
Let the whiskey flow again, let the dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made [G] like a fistful of roses,
Take them to the grave, every [D] last town there [G] is trash hell.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] This reason is a rag, [C] all that [G] money's a dag,
Like a tired old sinner [D] off a jam,
[G] When your blood-red lips [C] say,
The youth of [G] Bader hit still the rag,
And [D] some other [G] chums start _ sayin',
Where the most bad friends [C] come,
You'd better wear your [G] Monday suits,
And the signage come to rattle the [D] campfire,
Jesus!
[G] Salvage ain't a fault of yours,
[C] It's half-bad [G] or the whores,
Like a fistful of [D] half-dead,
[G] Roses!
There's nothing here again, home [C] again,
Let the [G] whiskey flow [C] again, let the [G] dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made [G] like a fistful of roses,
[C]
Take them [G] to the grave, every [D] last town there [G] is trash hell.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ May all the autumn leaves turn to twenties at your feet,
And the higher mighty come to know your thunder,
We could set the world ablaze,
[C] But these are [G] early days,
And there's still a hell of a road for [D] us to [G] wander,
And there's one here among [C] us,
Alone [G] and the rest,
Take a temple to his bibles [D] and his praises,
[G] That strike him off the roll,
[C] And shrug him [G] down old,
Like a [Dm] fistful of half-dead,
_ [G] Roses!
There's nothing here again, home [C] again,
Let [G] the whiskey flow [C] again, let [G] the dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made like [G] a fistful of [C] roses,
Take [G] them to the grave, every [D]
last town there [G] is trash hell.
There's nothing here again, home again,
[C] Let the [G] whiskey flow again, [C] let the [G] dust blow [D] again,
Sell the way they're made [G] like a fistful of roses,
[C] Take them [G] to the grave, every last [D] town there is [G] trash hell.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [A] _
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_ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [A] Ho!
[A] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Ho! _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _

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