By Alan Jackson (with George Jones)
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
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A D A
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
A D A
Lyin' cold the way you left them but at least your lips caressed them while you packed
D A
And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink
E A
But at least you thought you wanted it an' that's so much more than I can say for me
D
But what a good year for the roses
E A
Many blooms still linger there
Bm
The lawn could stand another mowin'
E A
It's funny, I don't even care
D
When you turned and walked away
E D A
And as the door behind you closes
Bm
The only thing I know to say
E A D Bm D A
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
An' while a million thoughts go runnin' through my mind, I find I haven't spoke a word
And from the bedroom, the familiar sound of our one baby's cryin', goes unheard
Chorus