(Nanci Griffith)
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He still sends her roses on The 4th of July
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They're alway white roses and she never asks why
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She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights
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But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night
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He was a soldier in the Vietnam war
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He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her
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She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone
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"You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song
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[Chorus:]
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Love is a mystery
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From birth 'till we die
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It's cross words of a morning
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By evening entwined
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It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right
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Love is white roses, and you never ask why
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He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life
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She works for a season during IRS time
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Two children they've had though their boy has now died
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When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds
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Their friends would all tell you they're like day and night
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Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright
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He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights
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She still treasures those roses every 4th of July
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[Chorus]
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Love is white roses every 4th of July
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Roses On The 4th Of July
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| Nanci Griffith |
