| "He Keeps Buying Roses" | |
| He Keeps Buying Roses Eddie Reeves & TBR Copyright 2003 Five oclock, the whistle blows, Guess its time for him to go on home. Hes never in a hurry, He is, all alone. Someone stole his angel, The only love he could call his own. But he still buys her roses, Her favorite pretty roses, He still buys her roses, Even though shes gone. Never got to say goodbye, She was gone before the morning light. Just a cold note on the table, Said shes tired of livin this lie. So every Friday now on fifteen years, A dozen memories youll find in his arms. Chorus Because roses bring back, the memories, Of her smile when he gives them to her. And her smile was the key, that unlocked the door, To the happiness in his world. So now he prays to the lord, each and every night, That one day shell come back home. So he keeps buying roses, Her favorite yellow roses, He still buys her roses, Even though shes gone. Saturday mornings, Hes in the back yard, Neath her favorite Live Oak tree. Where he carved the words, I Love You in a heart, When he was, twenty three. To this day those words still read, Forever and Evermore. So he keeps buying roses, Her favorite yellow roses, He keeps buying roses, Even though shes gone. Now on Sundays, right after church, Theres somewhere that he has to go. So he takes his dozen memories, And he lays them on her stone. He bows his head, and asks the Lord why, Then he cries himself on home. But he keeps buying roses, Her favorite pretty roses, Hell always buy her roses, Even though shes gone. Repeat Chorus & Solo Out | |