George Jones - Our bed of roses

^GThe morning we moved in this house you ^Csaid let's make a bed of ^Groses^{C G} So ^D7hand in hand we found that special place and I broke the ^Gground ^D7 I ^Gwiped that delta dirt from your ^Cface as you knelt there to ^Gsow them ^{C G} Oh I'd ^Amgive anything a mortal man could ^D7give if you could see them ^Gnow^G7

^CThrough the kitchen windowpane I can see the ^Groses ^{C G D7}The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were^G here^{G7 C}Someone's always left behind when the door of this life ^Gclos^Emes ^AmSo I sit alone and watch it ^D7rain on our bed of ^Groses ^C

^GSome days I sit for hours at the ^Ctime just stirring at those ^Groses ^{C G} They ^D7seem so young and full of life but soon they'll face the winter ^Gchill ^{D7 G}I don't know how long I can ^Csurvive but one thing that I ^Gknow is^{C G} Come ^Amspring time the roses will ^D7return but you never ^Gwill ^D7

^AmSo I sit alone and watch it ^D7rain on our bed of ^Cros^Ges