Tom Russell

Tom Russell

The Rose Of Roscrae
Composição de (Gretchen Peters/Thomas George Russell/Barry Walsh)
Intro: G 

Verse 
                               C       G 
Come all ye homesick fools and drifters 
             Em               D 
The hour has come to sing the truth 
          G                   C       G 
There's a time for sober introspection 
          Em      D        G 
A time to cut the wild dog loose 

Verse 
                          C     G 
Now I've got roaming disposition 
            Em               D 
A wandering eye and a raging thirst 
            G                  C      G 
It's driven me to the furthest reaches 
          Em             D       G 
To escape first love and all the hurt 


[Refrão]
C Em Now I can see a map of Ireland C Am D In the dregs of bitters in this empty glass G D/F# Em And I can feel her breast against me C G D The rose of Roscrae, wild Irish lass G C Em I can feel her father's fist now G C Am D As he knocks me 'cross that stable floor G D/F# Em And I left my blood and tears behind me C G D G As I walked all night from Roscrae to Templemore Instrumental: C Em C G D G Verse C G We sailed away and went half crazy Em D On the last frontiers of the western states G C G Haunted by hearts left behind us Em D G Like the sweet young rose of old Roscrae Verse C G There's nothing for it, lads, but to sing the old songs Em D 'Carrickfergus To Raglan Road' G C G So raise your harps and lift your glasses Em D G Sing up those lips, we'll kiss no more
[Refrão]
C Em Now I can see a map of Ireland C Am D In the dregs of bitters in this empty glass G D/F# Em And I can feel her breast against me C G D The rose of Roscrae, wild Irish lass G C Em And I can feel her father's fist now G C Am D As he knocks me 'cross that stable floor G D/F# Em And I left my blood and tears behind me C G D G As I walked all night from Roscrae to Templemore C G D G I walked all night from Roscrae to Templemore Outro: G C Em C Am D C Em C G D G

Enviado por: Edson Oliveira

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