Mama Liked the Roses

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    Oh, mama liked the roses       she grew them in the yard
                      Fm            G                C
    But Winter always came around      and made the growing way too hard
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    Oh, mama liked the roses       and when she had the time
                   Fm               G                 C
    She'd decorate the living room,   for all us kids to see

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    When I hear the Sunday bells          ringing in the morning
               G        C                    F
    I remember crying      when she used to sing
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    Oh, mama liked the roses        but most of all she cared
                     Fm              G            C
    About the way we learned to live    and if we said our prayers

    Spoken: (and play this: Fm  Bb  Eb  C  Fm  G  C)
    "You know I kept the family bible
    With a rose that she saved inside
    It was pressed between the pages
    Like it had found a place to hide"

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    Oh, mama liked the roses        in such a special way
                        Fm            G               C
    We bring them every Mother's Day     and put them on her grave
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    Oh, mama liked the roses           Mmmm
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    Mama liked the roses            Mmmm

    Repeat and fade out...