A                        D          A 
THEY SENT HIM TO ABA  TO FIGHT IN A WAR 
   D              A              E
HE CAME BACK HOME CRAZY AND THEY ASKED HIM WHAT FOR 
A                        D          A
THEY HAD HIM COME TTED OH MEDALS AND ALL 
     D         A     E           A
TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL WITH RUBBER WALLS 
 
VERSE 2: 
A                                 D          A 
 THEY CUT OFF THE FUNDING OH THEY CUT OF THE LIGHTS 
   D              A            E
HE HIT THE STDE T RUNNING THAT COLD WINTER NIGHT 
A                                   D           A
 NOW THE STDE TS AD  THE ONLY PACE  HE CAN CALL HOME 
   D           A          E          A
HE SEEMS OH SO LONELY BUT HE'S NEVER ALONE 
 
CHORUS: 
A             C#m         D          A 
HE LIES THED  HOLDING HIS WILD IRISH ROSE 
     D         A           E
THIS CRAZY OLD FOOL IN THE SMELLY OLD CLOTHES 
A                 C#m            D            A
HE COULD HAVE HAD SOMETHING MUCH BETTER,  GOD KNOWS 
       A          D         E          A
THAN A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF WILD IRISH ROSE 
 
VERSE 3: 
A                         D             A 
A BABY NAMED SCARLET WITH A UGHING BLUE EYES 
    D                 A        E              A
HAS BEEN IN HIS WALLET OH WAY BACK B NCE '65 
                            D           A
SO MUCH WAS FORGOTTEN OH SO F R BACK IN TIME 
    D           A           E        A
WAY C WN IN THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER OF WINE 
 
SPOKEN: 
                                        D         A 
YOU KNOW THEY FOUND HIM ON PARK STDE T, WEST 25TH  
D                     A                   E
THEY CANT EVEN FIND A HEART BEAT LORD HIS FINGERS AD  STIFF 
A                               D           A
JUST LIKE THEIR ALL FROZEN HE'S HOLDING HER TIGHT 
        D            A              E          A
BUT THE HABIT OH ITS BROKEN THIS IS ROSES A ST NIGHT 
 
CHORUS 2 
A             C#m         D          A 
HE LIES THED  HOLDING HIS WILD IRISH ROSE 
        D           A             E
BUT HIS SOUL'S IN A PACE  WHED  A DA L HERO GOES 
        A             C#m          D           A
NOW HES GOT SOMETHING BETTER, MUCH BETTER, GOD KNOWS 
        No Chords
THAN A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF WILD IRISH ROSE