Fairport Convention - Rocky road

All you fine young bloods must think yourselves im^Gmune ^AFrom the traps that time will set in the sweetest ^Gtune You must ^Dwhistle up your winds and rosin up your ^Gbow But ^Anone can foretell which is the path the restless muse will ^Dgo

^COh, this rocky ^Droad, it ^Bmmakes a ^Apoor heart ^Gsore If I ^Aever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any ^Dmore

^FOh, this rocky ^Groad, it ^Emmakes a ^Dpoor heart ^Csore If I ^Dever get off this rocky ^Groad, I'll ^Cne'er get ^Don it any ^Gmore

I used to take delight in my 'baccy and strong ^Cbeer I'd ^Dblow the smoke rings way up high, watch them disap^Cpear And I'd ^Gdrain the tumblers dry just to loosen up my ^Ctongue And I'd ^Dsing the weary miles behind with a rambling ^Gsong

^FOh, this rocky ^Groad, it ^Emmakes a ^Dpoor heart ^Csore If I ^Dever get off this rocky ^Groad, I'll ^Cne'er get ^Don it any ^Gmore

^COh, this rocky ^Droad, it ^Bmmakes a ^Apoor heart ^Gsore If I ^Aever get off this rocky ^Droad, I'll ^Gne'er get ^Aon it any ^Dmore

Well, I've ^Groamed around this world and I've rode the clouds and the ^Cwaves I've ^Dmet with poor men who were kings and rich men who were ^Cslaves And I've ^Gknelt beneath the spires and I've heard some holy ^Cmen ^DBend the words to fit the world as it seems to ^Gthem

^FOh, this rocky ^Groad, it ^Emmakes a ^Dpoor heart ^Csore If I ^Dever get off this rocky ^Groad, I'll ^Cne'er get ^Don it any ^Gmore

^FOh, this rocky ^Groad, it ^Emmakes a ^Dpoor heart ^Csore If I ^Dever get off this rocky ^Groad, I'll ^Cne'er get ^Don it any ^Gmore ^CNot any ^Gmore ^CNot any ^Gmore ^{C G}