Artist: | The Rumjacks (English) |
User: | Memphis Drake |
Duration: | 130 seconds |
Delay: | 12 seconds |
Chord names: | Not defined |
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Comment: | - |
Intro (same as verse chords)
V1
G C G
Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a scar,
G D
Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito,
G C G
But a poison took your heart, yeah you charmless little tart,
G C D G
Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o,
G C G
This old town has gone to shit, all the folk are off their tits,
G D
Screamin', "Hoo-rah! Hurry the fuck t'blazes!"
G C G
A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels,
G D G
Like a fistful o' half dead roses.
CHORUS
G C G
And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky flow again,
C G D
Let the taps blow again, and sound away the knell,
G C G
Like a fistful o' roses, we'll take 'em to the grave again,
G D G
With every last tale there is to tell.
V2
Oh, this boozer is a wreck, even up & down the deck,
Like a tired old sinner off her game,
Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth about her hips,
Still the regulars all love her just the same,
Where the mud-spat boots cut their way among the suits,
And the Sally's come to rattle cans for Jesus,
'Til they chain up all the doors & they toss out all the whores,
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses.
CHORUS
V3
May all the Autumn leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet,
And the high & mighty come to know your thunder,
We could set the world ablaze, but these are early days,
And there's still a hell of a road for us tae wander,
And there's one among us here that'll outlive all the rest,
Take a tipple to his foibles & his praises,
'Til they strike him off the roll & then they chuck him doon a hole,
Wi' a fistful o' half dead roses.
CHORUS