A Good Year for the Roses - George Jones

can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray

Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them while

you packed

Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn’t drink

But at least you thought you wanted it, that’s so much more than I can say

for me What a good year for the roses

Many blooms still linger there

The lawn could stand another mowin'

Funny I don’t even care

As you turn to walk away

As the door behind you closes

The only thing I have 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

While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind, I find I haven’t said a word

>From the bedroom the familiar sound of one baby’s cryin' goes unheard

What a good year for the roses

Many blooms still linger there

The lawn could stand another mowin'

Funny I don’t even care

As you turn to walk away

As the door behind you closes

The only thing I have to say

It’s been a good year for the roses