Farewell Good Fellows
Erik Petersen
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F#m A Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for meD A D Farewell, good fellows, yourE ways are not for meF#m A Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, butD A D Farewell, good fellows, yourE ways are not for meF#m Rapping at the chapel doorA E Sweeping up an enemy’s floorF#m Do not touch or make a soundA E Keep your eyes upon the groundD A Read your countless volumesD A Shunned your many sinsD A But I cannot find salvationD E In the rattlin’ of your tins ChorusContinúa después del anuncioD A I wish good to your childrenD A And their own children, tooD A But your armor will not fit meD E Although, fine, it’s suiting youF#m A flag is waved, a bomb is thrownA E So many names and dates to knowF#m Books upon the books are stackedA E To get something so simple backD A We’re talkin’ revolutionD A But spirals not the spinsD A Where you fall down, dizzyD E And forget where to begin ChorusF#m E Turn your blessings into weaponsBm C#m And hold them before your chestD A To you and all your comradesD A I only wish the bestF#m E We may not meet againBm C#m For we are treading separate trailsD A But I’ll cast off and think of youD E On seas or roads or rails Hit chords hard, with power:F#m E From chapels to the armiesBm C#m Magician to the knaveD A You either blaze your own trailD E Or you’re diggin’ yer own grave