George Jones - A Good Year for the Roses

      
 
 This tune is done justice when performed by George Jones and Alan Jackson on the
 "Bradley Barn Sessions" album.
 
 A Good Year For The Roses By: George Jones
 
 A                                       
  I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick
              D            A              
 on the cigar--ettes there  in the ashtray
 lyin? cold the way you left them
                           D        A                
 at least your lips caress--ed them  while you packed
 
       D                                        
 And a  lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee
                     A            
 that you poured and  didn?t drink
        E                               
 but at  least you thought you wanted it
                                    A      
 that?s so much more than I can say  for me
 
 Chorus:
                              D     
 But what a good year for the  roses
 E                         A     
  many blooms still linger  there
                              D      
 the lawn could stand another  mowin?
 E                         A    
  it?s funny, I don?t even  care
                                D    
 and when you turned and walked  away
 E                           D       A 
  and as the door behind you  closes 
                          D   
 the only thing I know to  say
 E                              D      A 
  it?s been a good year for the  roses 
 
 A                                  
  After three full years of marriage
                              D        A            
 it?s the first time that you  haven?t  made the bed
 I guess the reason we?re not talkin?
                                D   A            
 there?s so little left to say,  we  haven?t said
         D                                           
 while a  million thoughts go runnin? through my mind
                  A            
 I find I haven?t  spoke a word
              E                             
 and from the  bedroom those familiar sounds
                                  A     
 of our one baby?s cryin? goes un--heard
 
 Repeat Chorus