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G _ _ _ Oh, I brought you from afar,
C I've
G brought you like the scars,.
I've sung your name across the bloody
D cold furies.
G Oh, but a poison took your heart,
C you
G timeless little tar,.
Now you've nary a drug to bother the
D toffer.
G Oh me, oh, this old town is on the bed,.
C Saw the
G folk who off the tents are screaming,.
Hoorah, hurry the
D fucks up, _ blazers!.
G A ripe parade of fools
C come to
G stomp all your jewels like a fish.
Fool, we're
D half dead,
G roses, and we're here again,.
C Home again, let
G the whiskey flow
C again, let
G the tabs blow again,.
D Sound away the
G nail like a fistful of
C roses,.
We'll take
G them to the grave, every
D last tale
G the reds can tell.
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G Oh, this boozer is a wreck,
C up
G and down the deck,.
Like a tired old sinner
D off her game.
G Where your blood ran
C let's send a youth
G about,.
Ahead still the
D regulars, the lover
G just the same.
Wear the mud, spare boots,
C chop the way
G among the suits,.
And the silence come to rattle the
D can for Jesus.
G Fill the chain up, all the
C doors, and toss
G out all the whores,.
We're a fistful,
D we're half dead,
G roses, and we're here again,.
Home
C again, let
G the whiskey flow again, let the tabs blow
D again,.
Sound away the nail
G like a fistful of
C roses,.
We'll take
G them to the grave, every
D last tale the
G reds can tell.
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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
G these are early days,.
And there's still a hell of a
D road for us to
G wander,.
And there's one near among us,
C so
G let live the rest,.
Take a tipple to his
D foibles and his praises,.
G Till they strike him off the road, and chuck him down a hallway,.
A fistful of
D half dead,
G roses, and we're here again,.
Home
C again, let
G the whiskey flow
C again, let
G the tabs blow
D again,.
Sound away the nail
G like a fistful of
C roses,.
We'll take
G them to the grave, every
D last tale the
G reds can tell.
And we're here again, home
C again, let the
G whiskey flow
C again,.
Let the
G tabs blow
D again, sound away the nail
G like a fistful of roses,.
C We'll take them
G to the grave, every
D last tale the
G reds can tell.
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