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A Good Year For The Roses: George Jones

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray.
Lyin' cold the way you left them but at least your lips caressed them while you packed.
And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink.
But at least you thought you wanted it an' that's so much more than I can say for me.

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.
When you turned to walk away,
And as the door behind you closes,
The only thing I know 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.
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.

But what a good year for the roses,
Many blooms still linger there.
The lawn could stand another mowin':
Funny, I don't even care.
And when you turned to walk away,
As the door behind you closes,
The only thing I know to say:
It's been a good year for the roses.