Cifras
The Roast Of Roseville

Tono: C

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 C                                                     B 
Your parents don't like me. Your sister keeps bitchin'.
 Am                                           G 
And you mother says I'm not worth nothing.
 F                                                   G                           C 
"What are you doing with a loser like him?"
 C                                                       B 
Your friends can't stand me. They say I'm trash.
 Am                                             G 
They say turn around and don't look back.
 F                                                   G                           C 
"What are you doing with a loser like him?"
 F                                                       G                           F                                   G                                   C         Am 
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil.
 F                                     G                                                                                                  Am 
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars.
         F                                           G                                           C                                                   Am 
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars.
 F                         G                                 C 
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.
 C                                           B 
Driving by your house. I see the light off in your room.
 Am                                                                 G 
I can almost see your face, almost smell your perfume.
         F           G                         C 
"Oh where, where are you tonight?"
 C                                                     B 
So I drive down to the bar. Well I ordered Gin and Squirt.
     Am                                                                         G 
I told the waitress our story. She said "You are too pretty to be hurt."
                 F                     G                 C 
And she gave me her telephone number.
 F                                                       G                           F                                   G                                   C         Am 
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil.
 F                                     G                                                                                                  Am 
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars.
         F                                           G                                           C                                                   Am 
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars.
 F                         G                                 C 
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.