Turning Up Rose’s

This just can’t be my life
That I’m leading these days
It’s a show I’m watching
From a long way away

A black and white picture
One I can barely see
Like another late show
On a worn out TV

Chorus:
Everything was all right
Everything was just fine
Our future was so bright
Oh how she used to shine
They say once you hit bottom
There’s only one way to go
But every time I turn around
Everything keeps turning up Roses

From here in the shadows
I watch her play a new part
I’ve heard those lines before
I know them all by heart

When the show is over
And the curtain goes down
The hero gets the girl
And the loser leaves town

Chorus:
Everything was all right
Everything was just fine
Our future was so bright
Oh how she used to shine
They say once you hit bottom
There’s only one way to go
But every time I turn around
Everything keeps turning up Roses

Bridge:
I’m gonna find me a new town
With more gardens to till
But there’s one thing I know
I’ll never find another flower
Half as sweet as my Rose

Chorus:
Everything was all right
Everything was just fine
Our future was so bright
Oh how she used to shine
They say once you hit bottom
There’s only one way to go
But every time I turn around
Everything keeps turning up Roses

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Trash Truck Tragedy

In December when the snow starts to fall
Is a good time to clean both heart and house
So I gathered up her goodbye letters
And I resolved to throw them all out

I put those letters in a big trash bag
With some photographs and a band of gold
If I’m ever going to get over her
It’s in with the new and out with the old

Then I took all my burdens to the curb
In the dark of night so no one could see
That I’ve given up on her coming back
I let the darkness hide my misery

But this morning the trash men let me down
When they let that trash bag fall off their truck
Now my memories scatter in the wind
While I stand here wrapped up in my bad luck

Chorus:
Her goodbye letters blow up and down the street
Caught in trees and the bottom of my neighbors’ feet
All those cold and hard words she wrote
Lying like icicles on the side of the road
A tale of woe for all to read
All thanks to a trash truck tragedy

Boys you better not spend those twenties yet
And I won’t be making cookies this year
My heart is ripped open like that trash bag
All that litter has trashed all my good cheer

I’ll still separate my recyclables
And put out my trash on every trash day
But next time I get my heart broken
I will not throw the evidence away

Bridge:
When it warms up a little I’ll put on my work gloves
And pick up the newspapers, cans and things I once loved
I’ll avoid all the sympathetic glances and stares
Yeah I’ll look right through them like they’re not even there

Chorus:
Her goodbye letters blow up and down the street
Caught in trees and the bottom of my neighbors’ feet
All those cold and hard words she wrote
Lying like icicles on the side of the road
A tale of woe for all to read
All thanks to a trash truck tragedy

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Three Angels

Momma died last year
Jose went back to the ocean
We’ve grown short on good memories
Around here these days
No more home cooked meals
No more heartstrings to pull on
Just the same old garden path
Leading into the gray

Chorus:
It took three angels to guide me
Out of the woods and up the walk
To a place that looks like home
They speak to me softly
With kind, familiar voices
Three angels, three chances
And three bad choices

When I was a child
There were biscuits on the table
Grass to cut and sins to chase me
Where I shouldn’t go
One day I woke up
With no one left to save me
The yard’s full of widow’s weeds
I can’t find my hoe

Chorus:
It took three angels to guide me
Out of the woods and up the walk
To a place that looks like home
They speak to me softly
With kind, familiar voices
Three angels, three chances
And three bad choices

I’ve heard angels wail
About higher roads not taken
Songs that echo with bad timing
Like coon dogs at night
There’s something out there
Haunting those woods like a ghost
Wide-eyed for lost salvation
Staring into the light

Bridge:
A community raises a child
Two women lead him astray
Three angels bring him back home
But nothing can make him stay

Chorus:
It took three angels to guide me
Out of the woods and up the walk
To a place that looks like home
They speak to me softly
With kind, familiar voices
Three angels, three chances
And three bad choices

Copyright Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey
All Rights Reserved