Rsl 1984

A D A D A D A D A D A D RSL nineteen eighty four. Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor. A D A D The Bovver boys with their boots shiny red A D A D And three dollar champagne stirring my head. E F# D E F# D We rolled out the barrels, boys. We sang with a single voice. A D E F# D Let all tears turn to gold. Oh, and the hell I've raised, Lord, let it fade away. A D E F# D As Your glo-ries unfold give me a part to play, grant me another day. A D A D The surf and the sky and the sunshine coast of gold. A D A D Floating on a long board, life on hold. A D A D I never know the way but you always take me there. A D A D And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air. E F# D We'll roll with the next wave, boys. E F# D And we'll sing out, we'll make some noise. A D A Red dust rises, clouds your every thought. F# E A Ah, you don't know you're deceived until you're not. F# E A Good dog, bad dog, they get to fightin' in your head. F# E A Ah, the winner is the last one gettin' fed. A D A D God is alive and my magic is no good. A D A D And He's called me out on this walk-about. A D A D He leads me to water, and traces each song line. A D A D And I know to know His ways are higher than mine. E F# D E F# D So roll out the road rig, boys. And sing with a grateful voice. Chorus 2x