One More Day Above The Roses

    F
I'm done with you begrudgers!
    Gm
You pushers and you shovers!
    Bb
The scurrying, the worrying
    C                   F
I'm goin’€™ to have some fun!

F Gm Bb C
F Gm Dm C F

           F                  Gm
Well I was born very young, I grew up in me cradle
Bb                                    C
Chances are, that when I die, it will be of something fatal
   F                      Gm
So if you see me running, keep up by my side
     Dm            C                                   F
That hurricane’s a coming, and there ain't no place to hide!
         Gm                  C
Get your own life this one’€™s mine
    Gm                   C
And stuff it, where, the sun don’t shine!

    F
I'm done with you begrudgers!
    Gm
You pushers and you shovers!
    Dm            C
The scurrying, the worrying
    C                  F
I'm goin' to have some fun!
Bb          C
So, give it over, take a break
         Bb           Dm         C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
    F                              Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
           Bb      C               F
Here's to one more day above the roses!

F F Bb F C F

         F                               Gm
All that shmoozin' and the boozin', will catch up with you they say
Bb                                       C
At least that's what them old ones, they told me everyday
     F                                 Gm
So I quit just like they said, stopped everything that’€™s bad
          Bb           C                      F
’Twas the worst twenty minutes that I’ve ever had!
             Gm                     C
It's not the cough that carries you off
         Gm            C
It's the coffin, they, carry you off in!

    F
I'm done with all the snitching!
    Gm
The balling and the bitching!
    Dm           C
The striving and conniving
    C               F
I'€™m heading for the pub!
Bb          C
So, give it over, take a break
         Bb           Dm         C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
   F                               Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
          Bb                     C  F
Here's to one more day above the roses!

F Gm Bb C
F Gm Bb C
Bb          C
So, give it over, take a break
         Bb           Dm         C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
   F                               Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
          Bb                     C  F
Here's to one more day above the roses!

Bb C F

     F                                Gm
Work like you don't need money, don't know how much things cost
     Bb                                C
Love like you've never been hurt, love like you've never lost
F                                Gm
Dance like no one’€™s watching, as often as you can
             Bb           C                             F
And when you drink, drink like, you're a true-blood Irishman!
           Gm                 C
Live every day like it's your last
        Gm        C
They're going by, way too fast!

    F
You langers and you loons!
    Gm
You bankers and buffoons!
    Dm         C
The liars, the pariahs
    C                   F
You can keep the bloody lot!
Bb          C
So, give it over, take a break
         Bb           Dm         C
Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache
    F                               Gm
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners;
          Bb       C                 F
Here's to one more day above the roses! (x3)

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