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In The Spring The Roses Always Turn Red

Höfundur lags: Dorsey Burnette Flytjandi: Dorsey Burnette Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]In the spring the roses [C]always turn red
But [D7]not if you don't have some place to lay your weary [G]head
Now my woman she don't [C]cry anymore
She got [D7]use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living [G]poor

I met her she was seventeen in the [C]springtime of her years
[D7]Side by side we laughed and cried but the good times disa[G]ppeared
And all she had left was some [C]wore out hand me downs
An [D7]album full of photographs and the good time party [G]gals

[G]In the spring the roses [C]always turn red
But [D7]not if you don't have some place to lay your weary [G]head
Now my woman she don't [C]cry anymore
She got [D7]use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living [G]poor

I meant to fill up her cup with a [C]new kind of life
Cause [D7]the pain inside her heart really cut me like a [G]knife
We went running across the country with [C]grit in our eyes
[D7]Sometimes she wished to God that she could lay right down and [G]die  

[G]In the spring the roses [C]always turn red
But [D7]not if you don't have some place to lay your weary [G]head
Now my woman she don't [C]cry anymore
She got [D7]use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living [G]poor

Now every Sunday I take roses where [C]she was laid to rest
It's a [D7]lonely world without her it gets hard to do your [G]best
But there's a road that leads to heaven where [C]there's no more pain to bear
I'm [D7]gonna do my best to make it cause I know that she'll be [G]there

[G]In the spring the roses [C]always turn red
But [D7]not if you don't have some place to lay your weary [G]head
Now my woman she don't [C]cry anymore
She got [D7]use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living [G]poor


In the spring the roses always turn red
But not if you don't have some place to lay your weary head
Now my woman she don't cry anymore
She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living poor

I met her she was seventeen in the springtime of her years
Side by side we laughed and cried but the good times disappeared
And all she had left was some wore out hand me downs
An album full of photographs and the good time party gals

In the spring the roses always turn red
But not if you don't have some place to lay your weary head
Now my woman she don't cry anymore
She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living poor

I meant to fill up her cup with a new kind of life
Cause the pain inside her heart really cut me like a knife
We went running across the country with grit in our eyes
Sometimes she wished to God that she could lay right down and die

In the spring the roses always turn red
But not if you don't have some place to lay your weary head
Now my woman she don't cry anymore
She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living poor

Now every Sunday I take roses where she was laid to rest
It's a lonely world without her it gets hard to do your best
But there's a road that leads to heaven where there's no more pain to bear
I'm gonna do my best to make it cause I know that she'll be there

In the spring the roses always turn red
But not if you don't have some place to lay your weary head
Now my woman she don't cry anymore
She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes and living poor

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