George Jones – Wild Irish Rose chords

Wild Irish Rose 
by George Jones September 12, 1931 – April 26, 2013

This is one of my favorite songs of all time, but the only versions I found 
weren't exactly wrong, just incomplete. This song is VERY easy to play; you can 
arpeggiate the chords if you want to make it that much better, but strumming is just fine. 

"George Jones has left us. We have lost one of the most individual singers of all 
time. I cannot express the emptiness I feel." Keith Richards

VERSE 1: 
A                        D          A THEY SENT HIM TO ASIA TO FIGHT IN A WAR 
   D              A              EHE CAME BACK HOME CRAZY AND THEY ASKED HIM WHAT FOR 
A                        D          ATHEY HAD HIM COMMITTED OH MEDALS AND ALL 
     D         A     E           ATO A MENTAL HOSPITAL WITH RUBBER WALLS 
 
VERSE 2: 
A                                 D          A  THEY CUT OFF THE FUNDING OH THEY CUT OF THE LIGHTS 
   D              A            EHE HIT THE STREET RUNNING THAT COLD WINTER NIGHT 
A                                   D           A NOW THE STREETS ARE THE ONLY PLACE HE CAN CALL HOME 
   D           A          E          AHE SEEMS OH SO LONELY BUT HE'S NEVER ALONE 
 
CHORUS: 
A             C#m         D          A HE LIES THERE HOLDING HIS WILD IRISH ROSE 
     D         A           ETHIS CRAZY OLD FOOL IN THE SMELLY OLD CLOTHES 
A                 C#m            D            AHE COULD HAVE HAD SOMETHING MUCH BETTER,  GOD KNOWS 
       A          D         E          ATHAN A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF WILD IRISH ROSE 
 
VERSE 3: 
A                         D             A A BABY NAMED SCARLET WITH LAUGHING BLUE EYES 
    D                 A        E              AHAS BEEN IN HIS WALLET OH WAY BACK SINCE '65 
                            D           ASO MUCH WAS FORGOTTEN OH SO FAR BACK IN TIME 
    D           A           E        AWAY DOWN IN THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER OF WINE 
 
SPOKEN: 
                                        D         A YOU KNOW THEY FOUND HIM ON PARK STREET, WEST 25TH  
D                     A                   ETHEY CANT EVEN FIND A HEART BEAT LORD HIS FINGERS ARE STIFF 
A                               D           AJUST LIKE THEIR ALL FROZEN HE'S HOLDING HER TIGHT 
        D            A              E          ABUT THE HABIT OH ITS BROKEN THIS IS ROSES LAST NIGHT 
 
CHORUS 2 
A             C#m         D          A HE LIES THERE HOLDING HIS WILD IRISH ROSE 
        D           A             EBUT HIS SOUL'S IN A PLACE WHERE A REAL HERO GOES 
        A             C#m          D           ANOW HES GOT SOMETHING BETTER, MUCH BETTER, GOD KNOWS 
        No Chords
THAN A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF WILD IRISH ROSE

Outro

A, C#m, D, A, D, A, E (x2)