George Jones - A good year for the roses

^AI can hardly bare the sight of lipstick on the cigar- ^D-ettes there ^Ain the ashtray lyin? cold the way you left them at least your lips caress- ^D-ed them ^Awhile you packed And a ^Dlip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and ^Adidn?t drink but at ^Eleast you thought you wanted it that?s so much more than I can say ^Afor me

But what a good year for the ^Droses ^Emany blooms still linger ^Athere the lawn could stand another ^Dmowin? ^Eit?s funny, I don?t even ^Acare and when you turned and walked ^Daway ^Eand as the door behind you ^Dcloses ^A the only thing I know to ^Dsay ^Eit?s been a good year for the ^Droses ^A

^AAfter three full years of marriage it?s the first time that you ^Dhaven?t ^Amade the bed I guess the reason we?re not talkin? there?s so little left to say, ^Dwe ^Ahaven?t said while a ^Dmillion thoughts go runnin? through my mind I find I haven?t ^Aspoke a word and from the ^Ebedroom those familiar sounds of our one baby?s cryin? goes un- ^A-heard

But what a good year for the ^Droses ^Emany blooms still linger ^Athere the lawn could stand another ^Dmowin? ^Eit?s funny, I don?t even ^Acare and when you turned and walked ^Daway ^Eand as the door behind you ^Dcloses ^A the only thing I know to ^Dsay ^Eit?s been a good year for the ^Droses ^A