Wherever You Go Chords by The Tossers

_ _ _ _ _ Come and fill up your glasses [C] with whiskey [G] and beer _
And may God bless and keep [C] every one of [Em] you here
[D] _ May [G] he fill your hearts [C] with love [G] and dance
_ _ May you prosper in this life again [Em] and again
[D] And again [G] and [C] again
_ [G] _ _
[C] And wherever _ [D] you go, [G]
whatever [Em] you do
[C] May peace be with [D] each and every one [G] of you _
_ [C] And wherever you [D] go, [G] whatever _ [Em] you do
[C] May peace be with [D] you your whole [G] life through
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] No!
Oh to you!
Wherever you go!
To all of you bastards who have [D] cheated me so
May you lie awake [G] roaring in misery and woe
And be quickly defeated wherever you [C] go
Wherever you [G] go, whatever [Em] you do
[C] May you suffer [D] the curse of [G] God on [D] you
Fuck [G] you! _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [G] Well may you lose the eyes from your miserable face
And spend all your [C] days here in scorn and disgrace
May not one of your prayers or your wishes come true
May you be confounded whatever you do
Wherever [D] you go, whatever [Em] you do
[C] May you suffer the curse [G] of God on you
[C] And wherever [D] you go, whatever [Em] you do
May [C] you suffer your [G] whole life [D] through _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well your mother is dying up in the bed
You on that side got a point in your head
Well you rattled the roof and you rattled the floor
Till the goatee came in and threw you out the door
Well you stumbled out in darkness trembling all over
You fell down on the roadside in the water in the clover
The wind began to howl like a lifeless gang of drovers
The firemen are a-swarming all around you in the clover
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_ _ _ Well the bones of the people who died in this ditch
Lay rotten but need doing blacker than pitch
Down deep in the ground by the old ferry ring
Our prisoners are ever to dance and to sing
The wind carries the hoes of the hounds and the moor
Across the recluse and they'll never be poor
The louder and louder the closer they tread
Be still and the fuckers might think you are dead
Well you stumbled out in darkness trembling all over
You fell down on the roadside in the water in the clover
The wind began to howl like a lifeless gang of [C] drovers
The ferries are a-swarming all around [G] you in the clover
And that's the lesson of the [Gm] life _ _ _ _ _