All For The Roses keyboard

All For The Roses

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(intro) G A G A

                D                      A                         D                    A
    He's twenty-five, he's sick and tired, it's time to try the other side,
D                    A                  G                              A       A7
    the B&I to paradise, to sergeants and their men.
              D                     A               D                                     A
    He's never been to Dun Na Ri,       combed the beaches after three,
D                                    A             G                        A      A7
    chips and beer and greenery, brothers one and all.
           D                              A                        D                     A
    He signed and took the soldiers crest, a decent man in battle dress,
D                                       A                         G                              A      A7
    when bugles blow you do your best, for sergeants and their men.

    Em A         D       Em     A   D         G   A
    All  for the roses, over the sea.

                D                      A                                    D                     A
    He's way ahead, he's second to none, with his fabrique nationali gun,
D                                      A                   G                              A      A7
    marching bands with Saxon blood, sergeants and their men.
              D                      A                           D                    A
    They landed with the sinking sun, an invasion by the media run,
D                                            A
    they covered up and they kissed with tongues,
     G                               A      A7
    sergeants and their men.
                    D                       A
    But the phantom gunner danced the end,
             D                       A
    and battered human bodies bled,
D                                       A                         G                              A      A7
    they butchered us, we butchered them, sergeants and their men.

    Em A         D       Em    A         D
    All  for the roses, over the sea.
G                  A        Em         A         D
    All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.

( D A D A D A G A ) (2x)

                 D                               A
    Now a flower of sleep grows on his grave,
          D                       A
    forgotten soon the cowards and the brave,
                 D                       A                       G                              A      A7
    but the coldest hate still lives today, for sergeants and their men.

    Em A         D       Em     A         D
    All  for the roses, over the sea.
G                  A        Em         A         D
    All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.  

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