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    Bed of Roses

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    Bed of Roses

    Tom: E
    A E
    Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old piano.
    A E
    Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don't know.
    G#m A E
    'cause a bottle of vodka still lies in my head and some blonde
    A
    gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bed.
    A B E
    As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead

    A E
    With an iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the morning.
    A E
    While a marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking

    G#m A
    about all of the things I longed to believe, about
    E A
    love, the truth, what you mean to me and the truth is...

    A B (rhythm fig #1)


    Baby you're all that I need.
    C#m B A E (rhythm fig #3)
    I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses.
    C#m B A E (rhythm fig #2)
    Tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
    A E A E
    I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is.
    C#m B A E
    Lay you down, on a bed of roses.
    A E
    Well I'm so far away, each step that I take's on my way home.
    A
    A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see
    E
    through this payphone.
    G#m A
    Still I'd run out of time or it's hard to get through
    E
    till the bird on the wire
    A
    flies me back to you. I'll just close my eyes.
    A B E
    And whisper "baby it probably is true".
    REFRÃO
    A B
    The hotel bars hangover whiskey's gone dry.
    E
    The bartender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.
    A A B E
    I might've said yes, but I laughed so hard I think I died. (rhythmfig.#1)
    Solo:
    A E
    Now as you close your eyes you know I'll be thinking about you
    A E
    My mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again
    A E
    I won't be alone, you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
    C#m B A E
    I've got nothing to prove, for its you I'd die to defend
    REFRAO

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