Grateful Dead - It Must Have Been The Roses tab

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From: Paul Zimmerman 
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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Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in

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her long, brown hair.  I don't know.  Maybe it was the roses.

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All I know, I could not leave her there.

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I don't know.  It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons in

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her long, brown hair. I don't know.  Maybe it was the roses.

A             E                   A
All I know, I could not leave her there.

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Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea.
One pane of glass in the window.

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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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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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let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see.
and it's strange how no one comes 'round anymore.


Thanks to the original poster.

Peace,
Paul Z