Rsl 1984 - Ver 2

G C G C G C G C G C G C RSL nineteen eighty four. Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor. G C G C The Bovver boys with their boots shiny red G C G C And three dollar champagne stirring my head. D E C D E C We rolled out the barrels, boys. We sang with a single voice. G C D E C Let all tears turn to gold. Oh, and the hell I've raised, Lord, let it fade away. G C D E C As Your glo-ries unfold give me a part to play, grant me another day. G C G C The surf and the sky and the sunshine coast of gold. G C G C Floating on a long board, life on hold. G C G C I never know the way but you always take me there. G C G C And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air. D E C We'll roll with the next wave, boys. D E C And we'll sing out, we'll make some noise. G C G Red dust rises, clouds your every thought. E D G Ah, you don't know you're deceived until you're not. E D G Good dog, bad dog, they get to fightin' in your head. E D G Ah, the winner is the last one gettin' fed. G C G C God is alive and my magic is no good. G C G C And He's called me out on this walk-about. G C G C He leads me to water, and traces each song line. G C G C And I know to know His ways are higher than mine. D E C D E C So roll out the road rig, boys. And sing with a grateful voice. Chorus 2x