Our Bed of Roses - George Jones

The morning we moved in this house you said let’s make a bed of roses

So hand in hand we found that special place and I broke the ground

I wiped that delta dirt from your face as you knelt there to sow them

Oh, I’d give anything a mortal man could give if you could see them now

Through the kitchen windowpane, I can see the roses

The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were

here

Someone’s always left behind when the door of this life closes

So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses

(Modulate half step up to A, capo 2nd fret)

Some days I sit for hours at the time, just stirring at those roses

They seem so young and full of life, but soon they’ll face the winter chill

I don’t know how long I can survive, but one thing that I know is Come sping time the roses will return, but you never will

Through the kitchen windowpane, Lord, I can see the roses

The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were

here

Someone’s always left behind when the door of this life closes

So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses

So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses