Rosin The Beau - Ver 2

C C I've travelled this wide world over, C Am And now to another I'll go, C F For I know what good quarters are waiting C G C To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow.' C F To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow,' C Am To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow,' C F For I know that good quarters are waiting C G C To welcome old 'Rosin the Bow.' ...and so forth When I'm dead and laid out on the counter, A voice you will hear from below, Crying out, 'Whiskey and water To drink to old "Rosin the Bow." To drink... And when I am dead, I reckon The ladies will want to, I know, Just lift off the lid of the coffin And look at old 'Rosin the Bow.' And look... Then get a full dozen stout fellows And stand them all round in a row, And drink out of half-gallon bottles To the name of old 'Rosin the Bow.' To the name of old Rosin The Bow Then get half a dozen young fellows, And let them all staggering go, And dig a great hole in the meadow, And in it toss 'Rosin the Bow.' And in it... Then get you a couple of tombstones, Put one at my head and my toe, And do not fail to scratch on it The name of old 'Rosin the Bow.' The name ... I feel that great tyrant approaching, That cruel implacable foe That spares neither age nor condition, Not even old 'Rosin the Bow.' Not even