Band - Flogging Molly
Sond - The Wanderlust (Acoustic)
Album - Whiskey on a Sunday
Tabber - XylonKlaatu

Intro:
G Am G Am G Am C D G


G                     Am
Well I'd love to photograph your hand
     G              Am
Then shake it for a while
          G                   Am
Cause you learn so much about someone
   C     D     G
A brother or a swine


    G                   Am
The veins that plough beneath your path
        G             Am
With so many tales to tell
  G              Am
A picture out of focus
     C          D       G
In a frame where no one cares


D
Calm the ocean breeze
C                G
Quiet the raging sea
D
This stormy ship we sail
     G                  D
Is a bottle filled with rage


[Chorus 1]
             G                   C
Do you still walk the streets at night?
         G            C
With the wandlust you fight
            G               C        D        G
Back to the corner where we went our separate ways

        G               Am
Well we walked upon the railroad
          G               Am
Cause the train no longer ran
         G                          Am
Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
         C         D           G
From the stars that filled our eyes

       G              Am
With a dollar in your only coat
      G                Am
And a fireball in your hand
    G                  Am
You set your sails for better days
        C       D    G
Down in South Australia


D
Dark though it has been
         C                   G
Your old spirit still shines within
           D
These last thirteen years depraved
      C                     D
Of us anything that's worth sayin'

[Chorus 2]
G          D        G               C
So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
            G               C       D         Em    C  Em  D  Em  C  D
Back to the corner where we went our separate ways

[Chorus 1] x2

        G                 Am
Now the carnival is goin' home
    G               Am
The ferris wheel is spent
          G               Am
For those rovin' years of endless jeers
     C        D         G
Have dried all that was left