Kellie Rucker-Blues is Blues
Well my dirty man again
Left me in a messy sin
Blame it all on myself
When I’m so tired that I can’t sleep
There’s a car coming up the street
There are flowers on the shelf
They’ve all dried up and faded
Their glasses are clouded
Full of pain and bad memories
Roses might be red
Blues is blues is blues
Roses might be red
Blues is blues is blues
Give me gold and diamond rings
All kinds of shiny things
To keep me hanging on
But I see through all the lies
Tear me up and hurt my pride
Dug like a thorn in my side
Take my flower and my name
Tossing mountains to the rain
Weating coat, warning use
Roses might be red
Blues is blues is blues
Roses might be red
Blues is blues is blues
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