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Red Roses

  Now when I was just a little boy

  My Ma she died in vain

  I stood there by her grave

  With seven red roses in my hand

  My tears were flowing heavy

  I could hardly say a word

  Within the darkness found me

  I threw those flowers down

  I said goodbye to Ma

  And moved right out of town

  Lived a life of danger

  But I wore that silver crown

  There were chicks a plenty...scoring

  Faces I don't recall

  All in all just one lone party

  Getting high and playing ball -

  I know this life's a danger

  Can end at any time

  All I ask from all you buddies...is

  When I'm dead and gone

  Don't put seven red roses on my grave...

  No just don't throw seven roses in my grave!


Copywriter B.R.Walker
written 17June 2008 UK  


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