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Our Bed Of Roses



George Jones - Our Bed Of Roses - Текст песни

Verse 1
       G                                                             C/G                                       G  C/G G
The morning we moved in this house you said let's make a bed of roses
      Dsus2                                                 D                                  G          D
So hand in hand we found that special place and I broke the ground
  G                                                C/G                                             G      C/G G
I wiped that delta dirt from your face as you knelt there to sow them
            Am                                                   D                                 G               (Dsus2 Gsus4)
Oh, I'd give anything a mortal man could give if you could see them now

Chorus
    C                                                                              G       C/G G
    Through the kitchen windowpane, I can see the roses
            D                                                                                                                  G
    The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were here
    C                                                                                            G         Em
    Someone's always left behind when the door of this life closes
    Am                                       D                       C/G  G          
    So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses

(Modulate half step up to A, capo 2nd fret)
Verse 2
Some days I sit for hours at the time, just stirring at those roses
They seem so young and full of life, but soon they'll face the winter chill
I don't know how long I can survive, but one thing that I know is
Come sping time the roses will return, but you never will

Chorus
    Through the kitchen windowpane, Lord, I can see the roses
    The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were here
    Someone's always left behind when the door of this life closes
    So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses
    So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses
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