Fairport Convention - Rocky Road

      [Intro]
D    G  A    G
D    G  A    D

[Verse]
                                                  G
All you fine young bloods must think yourselves immune
A                                                 G
From the traps that time will set in the sweetest tune
         D                                       G
You must whistle up your winds and rosin up your bow
    A                                                          D
But none can foretell which is the path the restless muse will go

[Chorus]
C              D        Bm      A          G
Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore
     A                                                      D
If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more

[Instrumental]
G    C  D    C
G    C  D    G

[Chorus]
F              G        Em      D          C
Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore
     D                       G          C         D         G
If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more

[Verse]
                                               C
I used to take delight in my 'baccy and strong beer
    D                                                 C
I'd blow the smoke rings way up high, watch them disappear
        G                                           C
And I'd drain the tumblers dry just to loosen up my tongue
        D                                           G
And I'd sing the weary miles behind with a rambling song

[Chorus]
F              G        Em      D          C
Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore
     D                       G          C         D         G
If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more

[Instrumental]
D    G  A    G
D    G  A    D

[Chorus]
C              D        Bm      A          G
Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore
     A                       D          G         A         D
If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more

[Verse]
           G                                                         C
Well, I've roamed around this world and I've rode the clouds and the waves
     D                                                      C
I've met with poor men who were kings and rich men who were slaves
         G                                                 C
And I've knelt beneath the spires and I've heard some holy men
D                                              G
Bend the words to fit the world as it seems to them

[Chorus]
F              G        Em      D          C
Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore
     D                       G          C         D         G
If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more

[Chorus]
F              G        Em      D          C
Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore
     D                       G          C         D         G
If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more
C       G
Not any more
C       G     C  G
Not any more