The Red Rose
I went walking one day down a dusty trail in the mountains I saw your fence and climbed it down to the ground On the ground I walked and on the rock there was your still There was your still And it’s called The Red Rose And I go there when I’m thirsty That’s the only reason I suppose
For ten long years I stayed at home But that man has gone and left me To do some drinking on his own
His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood I think in heaven there is a bar room Place where the men go to forget about their wives
And it sets while I’m asleep And I’ll drag my lonliness To the next bar that I see
His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood I think in heaven there is a bar room Place where the men go to forget about their wives
There’s not much more for me to see There’s Bibles falling from the skies down here And I don’t think God has time for me
His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood And I think in heaven there is a bar room Place where the men go to forget about their wives
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