John Prine - One red rose

^CThe rain came down on the ^Gtin roof Hardly a ^Fsound was left from the ^Gbirthday party ^FThe kitchen light Fell a^Gsleep On the bedroom ^Cfloor ^CMe and her were ^Gtalking softer ^Fall the time Be^Gfore I lost her ^FPicture sat on the^G top Of the chest of ^Cdrawers

^FOne red ^Grose in a Bi^Cble ^FPressed between a Ho^Cly alphabe^Gt ^FProbably wouldn't ^Gbelieve you If yo^Cu told me But what I ^Fnever knew I ^Gnever will for^Cget ^{F G C}

^CRainy nights get^G dark real early Her ^Fdress was soft her ^Ghair was curly We ^Fdanced around the ^Gtable To the old ban^Cjo ^CRainy nights were^G made for lovers We ^Flay there still ^GBeneath the covers

A^Fnd I ain't ne^Gver felt Like that be^Cfore