Erik Petersen - Farewell good fellows

^F#mFarewell, good fellows, your^A ways are not for me ^DFarewell, good^A fellows, your^D ways are not for^E me ^F#mRest upon your laurels,^A glad you found your peace, but ^DFarewell, good^A fellows, your^D ways are not for^E me ^F#mRapping at the chapel door ^ASweeping up an^E enemy's floor ^F#mDo not touch or make a sound ^AKeep your eyes^E upon the ground

^DRead your countless^A volumes ^DShunned your many^A sins ^DBut I cannot find^A salvation ^DIn the rattlin' of your^E tins

I ^Dwish good to your^A children And ^Dtheir own children,^A too But your ^Darmor will not^A fit me Although,^D fine, it's suiting^E you

^F#mA flag is waved, a bomb is thrown ^ASo many names and ^Edates to know ^F#mBooks upon the books are stacked ^ATo get something so simple^E back ^DWe're talkin' revo^Alution But^D spirals not the^A spins ^DWhere you fall down, ^Adizzy And for^Dget where to ^Ebegin

^F#mTurn your blessings into^E weapons ^BmAnd hold them before you^C#mr chest To^D you and all your^A comrades ^DI only wish the^A best ^F#mWe may not meet^E again For we ar^Bme treading separat^C#me trails But I'll^D cast off and^A think of you ^DOn seas or roads or^E rails

^F#mFrom chapels to the^E armies ^BmMagician to th^C#me knave ^DYou either blaze your own^A trail ^DOr you're diggin' yer own^E grave