A Dozen Roses

You always called me your movie star
Your handsome leading man
My black hair greased and combed backward
My skin deep olive tan

But my hands were coarse and dirty
And my shirts all stained with oil
From tinkering on the tractor
And digging in the soil

A dozen roses on the table
Wither in a week or two at most
From Cary Grant to Clark Gable
Every rose gives up the ghost

Your daddy named you for Jean Harlow
And you grew into it well
With the beauty of a natural starlet
Hate to leave you my Blue Earth prairie belle

I wish I could have shown you the world
But a farm don't run on its own
Well maybe there were no red carpets
But we built ourselves a home

A dozen roses on the table
Wither in a week or two at most
From Cary Grant to Clark Gable
Every rose gives up the ghost

Denise already rented the ballroom
The banners have all been hung
Congratulations on 50 Years
But one day short is still a damn-good run

So kiss me one last time darlin'
Hold my hand in your hand
Our love story for the ages
Has finally reached The End

A dozen roses on the table
Wither in a week or two at most
From Cary Grant to Clark Gable
Every rose gives up the ghost