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It Must Have Been the Roses

by Grateful Dead

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It Must Have Been the Roses

A

Annie laid her head down in the roses.

                                                                                             D

She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.

 D                             E                                 A                  F#m

I don't know, maybe it was the roses,

A                           E                                      A

All I know I could not leave her there.

D                               E                                           A

I don't know, it must have been the roses,

             D                         E                             A        G            D

The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.

 D                              E                                   A               F#m

I don't know, maybe it was the roses,

A                            E                                      A

All I know I could not leave her there.

A                                                              D                                           A

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,

                                                                        D

Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company,

A                    E                              D

If I tell another what your own lips told to me,

                A                               E                         D

Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.

Chorus

A

One pane of glass in the window,

                                                                               D

No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,

A                             E                                   D

Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,

                A                                             E                                      A

And it's strange how no one comes round any more.

Chorus

Jam Verse (ten years)

Chorus

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