Chords for The Rumjacks - A Fistful O' Roses (Official Music Video)

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[D] [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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[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 [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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