John Williamson - Purple roses

There's a ^Grose bush in the garden Been ^AMthere since I was born That ^Ccelebrates its ^Dage without fe^Gar ^GI touch the velvet petals And ^AMsmell the breath of angels,e And ^Cpick the purple ^Droses every ^Gyear ^GNow you think you're passed your prime my sweet ^AMwoman Your ^Cuse-by date is fa^Dded and ^Ggrey ^GBut sad and sorry thoughts like that my ^AMdarlin' Is ^Cthrowin' purple ^Droses a^Gway

You^G're tired of pretending that you're ^AMyounger When^C gravity is r^Deal and here to ^Gstay ^GSo you wear your clothes more easily for c^AMomfort You u^Csed to be too s^Dkinny an^Gyway

Now y^Gou're looking in the mirror A ^AMpicture of your Mother But ^Cyou don't see th^De woman that^G I see ^GDenying grace and pride the good Lord gav^AMe you Is^C throwin' purple ^Droses aw^Gay Yea^Gh, sad and sorry thoughts like that ^AMmy darlin' Is ^Cthrowin' purple r^Doses awa^Gy