Frank Turner – Rosemary Jane (Guitar)

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Rosemary Jane is the first out of bed

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Every morning the same, but there's mouths to be fed

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With the money she gets from a man who is dead to himself

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And dead to everyone else

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My sisters and I were always too young

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To remember the line about holding your tongue

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While the grown folks are talking, but the silence began

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Long ago    for Rosemary Jane

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Sweet Rosemary Jane

     F           C            F                A#
It's Mothering Sunday and the headlines should say

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That we haven't forgotten the remarkable way

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That you took all that pain on your shoulders

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And put it away,    Rosemary Jane

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When I think of the things you had to endure

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We were young, we were careless, headstrong and unsure

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You guided us gently to the right path

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Whether loved or ignored,    Rosemary Jane

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I know I gave you a grey hair every time I messed up

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Each one a silver reminder that my mistakes add up

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Through every one of my unforced errors, every slip

F             C
You never gave up

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 Sweet Rosemary Jane

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It's Mothering Sunday and the headlines should say

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That we haven't forgotten the remarkable way

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That you took all that pain on your shoulders

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And put it away,    Rosemary Jane

Gm    F        C
 Sweet Rosemary Jane

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   Unsure of the path in no man's land

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   Unsure of myself in  no man's land

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   Never quite alone in  no man's land

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It's Mothering Sunday and the headlines should say

        F          C            F        A#
That we haven't forgotten the remarkable way

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That you took all that pain on your shoulders

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And put it away,    Rosemary Jane

Gm    F        C
 Sweet Rosemary Jane

Gm F        C
    Rosemary Jane

Gm F        C
    Rosemary Jane