"Rosie" lyrics
"Rosie"
Out in the western fields behind nowhere, there's a girl with a flower for a name
And when the night time comes creeping the darkness will have her
And she'll take all of the blame
She could take the train out of town in the morning
But I bet she'd be back by the spring
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
It's going to be alright
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
Won't you come inside
And I met her on a Sunday in the churchyard parking lot
She's making noise at all the people inside
She says where was your God when my momma was gone and my father couldn't look me in the eyes
She says who do you turn to when the war is coming
There's no one left but you to fight
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
It's going to be alright
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
Won't you come inside
And I drive 100 miles just to find her curled up in a puddle of blood
Because someone got angry and they busted her body and left her to die in the mud
She couldn't see me, she was shaking and crying
As I carried her back to my truck
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
It's going to be alright
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
Won't you come inside
This is no way to live
No way to die
No way to live
No way to die
No way to live
No way to die
No way to live
No way to die
So out in the western fields behind nowhere
There's a girl with a flower for a name
Writer(s): Benjamin Dakota Rogers
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- Benjamin Dakota Rogers Lyrics
album:
"Paint Horse" (2023)
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