D/F#: 2x023x E/G#: 4x2400 G/B: x2x033 A7/C#: x42223A E A D/F# AA Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons inD E A F#m 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.D E A D E I don't know. It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons inA G D E A E/G# F#m 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.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.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.A E D If I tell another what your own lips told to me, Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,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.
It Must Have Been The Roses
Grateful Dead
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