ROSES

Where I come from You gotta buy Your Sunday liquor On Saturday night Where I come from You gotta buy Your Sunday liquor On Saturday night The curtains drawing The smoke still hangs around my head Red roses reach up and bloom While you sleep sound in your grave The way you talk about Jesus Makes it sound like you're burying a cat in the backyard I can read just fine I can read just fine I can read just fine Dad says i can read just fine I can read just fine The way you talk about Jesus Makes it sound like you're burying a cat in the backyard Brother chuckles in his dirt bed I can read just fine I can read just fine I can read just fine Dad says I can read just fine I can read just fine I can read just fine