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It Must Have Been The Roses

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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
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It Must Have Been The Roses - Grateful Dead
Words and Music by Robert Hunter.

D/F#: 2x023x    E/G#: 4x2400    G/B: x2x033     A7/C#: x42223

A E A D/F# A
A
Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in

    D                                 E                A     F#m
her long, brown hair.  I don't know.  Maybe it was the roses.

A               E                 A
All I know, I could not leave her there.

D                 E                  A          D            E
I don't know.  It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons in

    A     G     D                    E                A     E/G#  F#m
her long, brown hair. I don't know.  Maybe it was the roses.

A             E                   A
All I know, I could not leave her there.

A             G/B   A7/C#      D                   A
Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea.
One pane of glass in the window.

                       G/B    A7/C#   D
I'm thinking well, how it may blow in all good company.
No one is complaining, though.  Come in and shut the door.

A           E               D
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,


        A               E               D
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
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