Chords for The Rumjacks - Fistful O' Roses [Live in Amsterdam]

We're not going to the grave with a fistful of roses! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Well I love you from afar, [C] I'm blowing [G] you like the sky
Strung your name across a bloody [D] cup of miso
[G] Of course it took your heart, you're so much on top
And I ain't never had shots up on the [D] top of me, [G] oh
Guess what time I got my best, [C] all the vocals [G] out to sit
Dreaming of who I'll party [D] for some _ blazes
[G] Like a parade of fools, [C] gonna stomp [G] along your shore
Like a fistful of half [D]-dead roses
[G] And we're here again, poking, [C] let the [G] whiskey poke
[C] And let the [G] time flow [D] again, and sound away the knell
[G] Like a fistful of roses, [C] we'll take us to the grave
Every [D] last cell in [G] the gut cell
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_ _ _ _ [G] fumes are in the wet, screaming up and down the deck
Like a time-warped singer [D] off the _ game
A [G] rare look forward, rare lips, turn a youth among the heaths
A regular [Dm] saloon, [G] just what I'm saying
You're wearing a monster, I've put a [C] squirt, wearing [G] long suits
A silence in the red, like [D] an old Jesus
[G] The chain upon the toes, [C] that's our style [G] of the horse
Like a [D] fistful of half-dead roses
[G] And we're here again, poking, [C] let the [G] whiskey poke
[C] And let the [G] time flow [D] again, and sound away the knell
[G] Like a fistful of roses, [C] we'll take [G] us to the grave
Every [D] last cell [G] in the gut cell _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ They are the autumn leaves, so the twenties at your feet
And the high and mighty come to know [D] your thunder
[G] But these are worldly days, we can set the world ablaze
And still I have a road for us [D] to [G] wander
There is one hero among us, [C] who I'll lay [G] on the ground
Take a stream of flowers, follow the flow [D] in his plain days
[G] Let's swipe them off the road, [C] and chuck them [G] down the hall
Like a fistful [D] of half-dead roses
[G] And we're here again, poking, [C] let the whiskey poke
And let the time flow [D] again, and sound away the knell
[G] Like a fistful of roses, [C] we'll take [G] us to the grave
Every [D] last cell in [G] the gut cell
We're here again, poking, let the whiskey poke
And let the time flow [D] again, and sound away the knell
[G] Like a fistful of roses, we'll take us to the grave
Every [D] last cell [G] in the gut cell
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