Elvis Presley - Mama liked the roses

^COh mama liked the ^Dmroses ^G7she grew them in the ^Cyard ^Am But winter always ^Dmcame around ^E7and made the ^Amgrowing way too hard Oh mama liked the ^Dmroses ^G7and when she had the ^Ctime ^Am She'd decorate ^Dmthe living room ^E7for all us kids to ^Amsee When I hear the ^D7Sunday bells ^G7ringing in the ^D7morning ^G7 I remember ^E7crying ^Amwhen she used to ^D7sing ^G7 Oh mama liked the ^Dmroses ^G7but most of all she ^Ccared ^Am About the way we ^Dmlearned to live ^E7and if we said our ^Amprayers

^DmYou know ^G7I kept the family bible ^CWith a rose that she saved ^Aminside ^DmIt was pressed between the ^E7pages Like ^Amit had found a place to hide

Oh mama ^Dmliked the roses ^G7in such a special ^Cway ^Am We bring them every ^Dmmother's day ^E7and put them ^Amon her grave Oh mama liked the ^Dmroses ^G7mm-mm-^Cmm ^Am Mama liked the ^Dmroses ^G7mm-mm-^Cmm ^Am Oh mama liked the ^Dmroses ^G7mm-mm-^Cmm