Whats come to stay from your cannonball days,
but a house and some clothes on the line.
Fire the wave of your drunken brigade,
The streets of new york as a child.
All verses same chords...
Woman so fine, fine as a girl,
slow like an italian wine,
Hair all a mess, and a dress off the shelf,
And all of your roses've died.
Better luck in the next life,
Cause your gonna need it dear.
Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when,
All of your roses have died.
All of your roses have died.
All the chords for rest of the choruses are same too
I tasted your lips, put my hands on your hips,
Danced in a park late at night,
Your cats on the sill, and my head to your breast,
feeding your rhythms devine.
The worlds just a queen with a rattle machine,
Tasted the salt through your skin,
loved you back then, but I couldn't say when,
All of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life,
Give them some hell and goodbye.
Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when,
All of your roses have died.
All of your roses have died.
Hammond B-3 Solo
Bask in the street, down on Christopher St,
bought you a rose from a bum,
Left you a note, that was stuffed in your coat,
Laughed and you said it was done.
Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him,
I'm sure that he treats you just fine.
So bottoms up cheers baby heres to your tears,
All of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life,
I'll miss you but go on goodbye.
I Feel like a straight from his cannonball days,
When all of your roses were mine.
When all of your roses have mine.
When all of your roses have mine.
Gsus- 320013
Ryan Adams - Vox and acoustic Guitar
Ethan Johns - Acoustic Guitar and Hammond B-3
but a house and some clothes on the line.
Fire the wave of your drunken brigade,
The streets of new york as a child.
All verses same chords...
Woman so fine, fine as a girl,
slow like an italian wine,
Hair all a mess, and a dress off the shelf,
And all of your roses've died.
Better luck in the next life,
Cause your gonna need it dear.
Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when,
All of your roses have died.
All of your roses have died.
All the chords for rest of the choruses are same too
I tasted your lips, put my hands on your hips,
Danced in a park late at night,
Your cats on the sill, and my head to your breast,
feeding your rhythms devine.
The worlds just a queen with a rattle machine,
Tasted the salt through your skin,
loved you back then, but I couldn't say when,
All of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life,
Give them some hell and goodbye.
Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when,
All of your roses have died.
All of your roses have died.
Hammond B-3 Solo
Bask in the street, down on Christopher St,
bought you a rose from a bum,
Left you a note, that was stuffed in your coat,
Laughed and you said it was done.
Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him,
I'm sure that he treats you just fine.
So bottoms up cheers baby heres to your tears,
All of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life,
I'll miss you but go on goodbye.
I Feel like a straight from his cannonball days,
When all of your roses were mine.
When all of your roses have mine.
When all of your roses have mine.
Gsus- 320013
Ryan Adams - Vox and acoustic Guitar
Ethan Johns - Acoustic Guitar and Hammond B-3