Tom Russell — The Rose Of Roscrae

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[Intro]
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[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

[Chorus]
          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

[Chorus]
          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