The Roast Of Roseville(Cavaco chords)

	        
C                           B 
Your parents don't like me. Your sister keeps bitchin'. 
Am                      G 
And you mother says I'm not worth nothing. 
F                          G              C 
'What are you doing with a loser like him?' 

C                            B 
Your friends can't stand me. They say I'm trash. 
Am                       G 
They say turn around and don't look back. 
F                          G              C 
'What are you doing with a loser like him?' 

F                            G              F                  G                  C     Am 
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil. 
F                   G                                  c                Am 
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars. 
    F                      G                      C                          Am 
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars. 
F             G                 C 
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool. 

C                      B 
Driving by your house. I see the light off in your room. 
Am                                 G 
I can almost see your face, almost smell your perfume. 
    F      G             C 
'Oh where, where are you tonight?' 

C                           B 
So I drive down to the bar. Well I ordered Gin and Squirt. 
  Am                                     G 
I told the waitress our story. She said 'You are too pretty to be hurt.' 
        F           G         C 
And she gave me her telephone number. 

F                            G              F                  G                  C     Am 
Thinks... she's the toast of Roseville. She broke my heart and had me addicted to NyQuil. 
F                   G                                  c                Am 
To have her smile I would've burn my guitars. I'd quit playing songs in shithole bars. 
    F                      G                      C                          Am 
I'd stop getting drunk and wrecking cars. No more sleeping on dashboards and wishing on stars. 
F             G                 C 
Darling, I've done this all for you. You know I was born a fool.