Text: George Jones. Other. A Good Year For The Roses.

can hardly bare the sight of lipstick
on the cigar-[D]-ettes there [A] in the ashtray
lyin? cold the way you left them
at least your lips caress-[D]-ed them [A] while you packed

And a [D] lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee
that you poured and [A] didn?t drink
but at [E] least you thought you wanted it
that?s so much more than I can say [A] for me

Chorus:
But what a good year for the [D] roses
[E] many blooms still linger [A] there
the lawn could stand another [D] mowin?
[E] it?s funny, I don?t even [A] care
and when you turned and walked [D] away
[E] and as the door behind you [D] closes [A]
the only thing I know to [D] say
[E] it?s been a good year for the [D] roses [A]

[A] After three full years of marriage
it?s the first time that you [D] haven?t [A] made the bed
I guess the reason we?re not talkin?
there?s so little left to say, [D] we [A] haven?t said
while a [D] million thoughts go runnin? through my mind
I find I haven?t [A] spoke a word
and from the [E] bedroom those familiar sounds
of our one baby?s cryin? goes un-[A]-heard