Lake Fork Verne - Like the rose it

Well ^Dmy spirits broke I aint no good ^Aany more I am ^Dlooked on ^Gas a ^Djoke My mind, my body ^Athey are at ^Dwar

Little ^Dthings become ^Gbig to ^Dme A curt word, a woeful ^Aglance Worse ^Dsometimes when ^Gnothings ^Dsaid I wish no ^Amore for another ^Dchance

I have seen my ^Gbetter ^Ddays I am well aware of ^Athat But ^DI never figured ^Gthe haze Or ^Dto be tossed ^Aaway like an old ^Dhat

My creed ^Gsays there is a place for ^Dme And I have made amends with the One that ^Acounts Best ^Dfor me with ^Gall this ^Duncertainty To call on Him as the ^Apressure ^Dmounts

Yes, I have lost ^Gthe love of ^Dthee I can see it in your ^Aeyes My ^Dpartner since ^Gfifty ^Dthree Love, like the rose it w^Aithers, it d^Dies