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Rolling Home by John Tams Note: I've only been playing for a week, so please let me know if anything's off. I couldn't find tabs/chords for this elsewhere.
CRound goes the wheel Dmof fortune DmDon't Cbe afraid to Cride
DmThere's a land of milk and Choney DmWaits on the other Dmside
CThere'll be peace and there'll be Dmplenty CYou'll Dmnever need to Dmroam
CWhen we go rolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Chome CRolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Dmhome
DmWhen we go Crolling, Crolling, when Dmwe go Dmrolling Chome
CThe gentry in their Dmfine array DmDo Cprosper night and Cmorn
DmWhile we unto the Cfields must go CTo Dmplough and sow Dmtheir corn
CThe rich may steal Dmthe power CBut the Dmglory's ours aDmlone
CWhen we go rolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Chome CRolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Dmhome
DmWhen we go Crolling, Crolling, when Dmwe go Dmrolling Chome
CThe frost is on Dmthe hedgerow DmThe Cicy winds do Cblow
DmWhile we poor Cweary laborers CStrive Dmthrough the driving Dmsnow
COur dreams fly up Dmto glory CUp Dmwhere the lark has Dmflown
CWhen we go rolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Chome. CRolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Dmhome
DmWhen we go Crolling, Crolling, when Dmwe go Dmrolling Chome
CThe summer of Dmresentment DmThe Cwinter of desCpair
DmThe journey to Ccontentment CIs Dmset with trap and Dmsnare
CStand to and stand Dmtogether CYour Dmlabor's yours alDmone
CWhen we go rolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Chome CRolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Dmhome
DmWhen we go Crolling, Crolling, when Dmwe go Dmrolling Chome
CSo pass the botDmtle round DmAnd Clet the toast go Cfree
DmHere's a health to every Claborer CWhereDmver they may Dmbe
CFair wages now and Dmever CLet's Dmreap what we have Dmsown
CWhen we go rolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Chome CRolling Dmhome, when we go Crolling Dmhome
DmWhen we go Crolling, Crolling, when Dmwe go Dmrolling Chome