The little waitress wore an artificial rose I met her in a truckstop long ago
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She brought my coffee with a smile and then sat down
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And we started talking bout my wanderin' round
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I recall the night I gave her that red rose just a little joke between us I suppose
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But she laughed and tucked it in her golden hair
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And from that day on she always wore it there
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Never blooms never grows artificial rose
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As time went out I got to know her well grew to love her but I knew I couldn't tell
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About the other woman farther down the line
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But she trusted me said I was not that kind
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Never blooms never grows artificial rose
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One night when I had traveled many miles
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I pulled in and thought I'd see her loving smile
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But she only left a package tied in red and inside a little tear stained note that read
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She said I've found out now I return to you
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This rose that I've been wearing like a fool
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May your life be cold and lonely as can be like this artificial rose you gave to me
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Never blooms never grows artificial rose
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Artificial Rose
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| Dave Dudley |
