Red By Dave Carter

Tabbed By Pete Beetschen

this my first attempt so.......


Intro

Bm  F#m  D  A  Bm  F#m  D  F#m


My love is like a red red rose,
Bm              A             F#m

Snake on her shoulder and ring in her nose
G             D           A

Sleeping it off in her swaddling clothes, 
Bm                        F#m

innocent as she lies.
G           D        F#m

I dont know where she comes from,
Bm                          A

Hanging with dealers and slick back scum.
E                                      Bm

Dreaming of a Summer that never comes, 
G                                          Bm

waiting for me to die
A                         G       F#m

Chorus

She is the daughter of the joshua tree, 
Bm                                      G

long time losers and og wanna be's
A             D              A

Mammas in the corn and the fields are fallow,
Bm                                   G

Soul needs saving but im to dam shallow.
A                              E


Break
A  Bm F#m D A Bm F#m D A F#m



Sweet lorreta is pretty little nine,
Bm                F#m

kicks like a mule but she bites just fine.
G                D                  A  

I aint cleaned her in a mighty long time,
Bm                             F#m 


taking her out tonight.
G                     F#m

Drip her in a bucket of kerosene, 
Bm                               A 

Mr Rogers on my tv screen.
E                         Bm

Friendlist sucker i've ever seen, 
G               E         Bm  

We are precious in his sight  
A                                 Bm    F#m


Chorus                                                                

We are the children in the joshua tree,  
Bm                                      G           A

Long time losers and og wanna be's
                   Bm           A

Mammas in the corn and the fields are baron. 
Bm                                        G

Roof needs fixing but im way passed caring. 
A                                       E                        


Instro Break
 A   Bm  A  D  A  Bm  F#m  D   F#m  Bm 
 F#m  D  A  Bm  A  D  F#m  


Othelia drowned in the cold cold flood,
Bm                                F#m

A thorn by any other name draws blood.
G                D             A

Deep red drops on a scarlet bud
Bm                            F#m

Daddy we're coming home.
G                              F#m

We dont know where home lays now
Bm                              A                    

But we'll turn up some dam how
                       E    Bm              

Drawn to the barn and the busted plough
G                                        Bm

And the graves are over grown
A                             G 

We are the children of the joshua tree, 
Bm                                       D           

long time losers and og wanna be's
A                 Bm        A    

Mammas in the corn and the fields been trampled,
Bm                                       G                  A

You can't reason with a soul in shambles.
                                      E        Bm          E