A-Roving On A Winters Night

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Introduction

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Verse 1

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A-rovin' on a winter's night
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And a-drinkin' good old wine,
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Thinkin' about that pretty little girl,
F#m   A          E7       A
Thats broke this heart of mine. 

Verse 2

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She is just like a butter rose,
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That bloomed in the month of June.
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Or like some musical instrument,
F#m    A         E7     A
That's just been lately tuned. 

Instrumental

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A E7 D A

A  D A   F#m 

F#m  A  E7  A

Verse 3

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Perhaps it's a trip to a foreign land, 
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A trip to France or Spain, 
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But if I should go ten thousand miles, 
F#m   A      E7    A
I'm a-comin' back again. 

Verse 4

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And it's who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet, 
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Honey who's a-gonna glove your little hands? 
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Who's a-gonna kiss your sweet sweetlips, 
F#m            A       E7      A
Tell me, who's a-gonna be your man? 

Verse 5

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I'll love you till the sea runs dry, 
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And the rocks all melt in the sun. 
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I love you till the day I die, 
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Though you will never be my own. 

Verse 6

A             E7       A
A-rovin' on a winter's night
                E7  D   A
And a-drinkin' good old wine, 
A         D         A             F#m
Thinkin' about that pretty little girl, 
F#m  A          E7       A
That broke this heart of mine.