ROSES

Where I come from

You've gotta buy

This Sunday liquor

On Saturday night

Where I come from

You've gotta buy

This Sunday liquor

On Saturday night

The curtains are drawing in

The smoke still hangs around my head

Red roses reach up and bloom

While you sleep sound in your grave

The way you talk about Jesus

Makes it seem you're burying a cat in the backyard

I can read just fine

I can read just fine, I can read just fine

I can read these passages

I can read just fine, I can read just fine

The way you talk about Jesus

Makes it seem you're burying a cat in the backyard

Brother chuckles in his dirt bed

I can read just fine, I can read just fine

Dad said I can read just fine

I can read just fine, I can read just fine