Southern Man wrote in message <34CD065D...@hotmail.com>...
>Would anyone be so kind to post lyrics to this song. Sung
>by Georg Jones as I remember...
Only remember the chorus... last heard it around 1977 on
an 8-track tape...
It's been a good year for the roses,
Many blooms still linger there.
The lawn could stand another mowin',
Funny I don't even care.
And as she turns and walks away,
And the door behind her closes,
All that I can think to say,
It's been a good year for the roses...
That'll get you started;
Ray Crenshaw in SC (USA)
Much thanks in advance.
Sean.
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"Aw, I'm a Good Ole Rebel an' that's jest what I m... "
Didn't Elvis Costello cover this in the early 80s?
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A N D R E W vir...@argonet.co.uk Honey traps more flies than vinegar
http://www.argonet.co.uk/users/virnuls Fine words butter no parsnips
Yes, on the Almost Blue album.
http://www.roughstock.com/cowpie/songs/
Doesnt have the song under george either,
but the Costello Link From the Lyrics Library has them.
Good Year For The Roses
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them while
you packed
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't
drink
But at least you thought you wanted it, that's so much more than I can say
for me
What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin'
Funny I don't even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
It's been a good year for the roses
After three full years of marriage, it's the first time that you haven't
made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin', there's so little left to say we
haven't said
While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind, I find I haven't said a
word
>From the bedroom the familiar sound of a baby's cryin' goes unheard
What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin'
Funny I don't even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
Tony
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarette stubs in the
ashtray
Lying cold the way you left them but at least your lips caressed while you
packed
Or the lip print on the half filled cup of coffee that you poured but didn't
drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
That's so much more than I can say for me
What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowing
Funny, I don't even care
As you turn and walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing that I can say
What a good year for the roses
After three full years of marriage, it's the first time that you haven't
made the beds
errrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm ...... help !