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Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1993 15:06:42 -0700 (MST)
From: Paul Zimmerman
Subject: CRD: It Must Have Been the Roses - Grateful Dead
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
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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.
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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
