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- From: Paul Zimmerman <AUDSM@asuvm.inre.asu.edu>
- Subject: CRD: It Must Have Been the Roses - Grateful Dead
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- It Must Have Been The Roses - Grateful Dead
- Words and Music by Robert Hunter.
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- D/F#: 2x023x E/G#: 4x2400 G/B: x2x033 A7/C#: x42223
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- A E A D/F# A
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- Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in
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- D E A F#m
- her long, brown hair. I don't know. Maybe it was the roses.
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- A E A
- All I know, I could not leave her there.
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- D E A D E
- I don't know. It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons in
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- A G D E A E/G# F#m
- her long, brown hair. I don't know. Maybe it was the roses.
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- A E A
- All I know, I could not leave her there.
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- A G/B A7/C# D A
- Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea.
- One pane of glass in the window.
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- G/B A7/C# D
- I'm thinking well, how it may blow in all good company.
- No one is complaining, though. Come in and shut the door.
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- A E D
- If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
- Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
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- A E D
- let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see.
- and it's strange how no one comes 'round anymore.
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- Thanks to the original poster.
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- Peace,
- Paul Z
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