A Good Year for the Roses
I can hardly bear the sight of
Lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin cold the way you left 'em
But at least your lips caressed them while You packed
And the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee
That you poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
That's so much more than I can say For me
It's been a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin', funny, I don't even care
And when you turned and walk away, as the door behind you closes
The only thing I got to say
It's been a good year for the roses
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After three full years of marriage
Its the first time that I haven't made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin'
There's so little left to say we haven't said
And while a million thoughts go racing
Through my mind, I find I never spoke a word
And from the bedroom, the familiar sound
Of our own baby's cryin', goes unheard
Oh, what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin', funny, I don't even care
And when you turned and walk away, as the door behind you closes
The only thing I got to say
It's been a good year for the roses
Lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin cold the way you left 'em
But at least your lips caressed them while You packed
And the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee
That you poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
That's so much more than I can say For me
It's been a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin', funny, I don't even care
And when you turned and walk away, as the door behind you closes
The only thing I got to say
It's been a good year for the roses
Inst.
After three full years of marriage
Its the first time that I haven't made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin'
There's so little left to say we haven't said
And while a million thoughts go racing
Through my mind, I find I never spoke a word
And from the bedroom, the familiar sound
Of our own baby's cryin', goes unheard
Oh, what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin', funny, I don't even care
And when you turned and walk away, as the door behind you closes
The only thing I got to say
It's been a good year for the roses
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Chesnut
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