Slade – Dapple Rose (Guitar)

Am                E             C     Am
Once kept in a stable, snug and warm

    F                E            Am
But now he's growing old, in open fields he's forced to go.

                   E                    C      Am
He often stands in hail, rain, freezing snow.

     F                E              Am                 A
He's certain that his master doesn't mean him any harm.

       A                Bm
Dapple Rose, he doesn't want you any more.

         D              A
Times go by, you will remember.

       A             Bm
Dapple Rose, you are cold and old and slow.

         D              A
Times go by, you will remember.

    Am             E             C      Am
His clothing was a shiny coat so fine,

    F                E           Am
but now he's growing old and his beauty does decay.

                       E                C    Am
One night he heard his master frown and say

    F        E                              Am      A
"No poor old bones could stand this life of mine."

       A                Bm
Dapple Rose, he doesn't want you any more.

         D              A
Times go by, you will remember.

       A             Bm
Dapple Rose, you are cold and old and slow.

         D              A
Times go by, you will remember.

                    E                  C     Am
His food was of the best corn and best hay,

    F                   E            Am
But now there's no such thing and he hardly eats at all.

                         E               C      Am
He lives on sprouts that grow behind the wall.

  F                 E        Am                 A
I doubt if he'll be lucky to last another day.

       A                Bm
Dapple Rose, he doesn't want you any more.

         D              A
Times go by, you will remember.

       A             Bm
Dapple Rose, you are cold and old and slow.

         D              A
Times go by, you will remember.

              Bm   D       A
Don't feel so bad, feel so sad.

        Bm            E               A
No more wearing shiny glory, now they hang upon the wall,

       Bm       D             A
In the hall, in some far gone manor.

      Bm       E             A
Not a soul realises you're a Dapple Rose of fame.