(Nanci Griffith & Matthew Ryan)
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This life is filled with wonder
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This life is full of days not spent
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Oh I cannot help but ponder
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What relevance that lends
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[Chorus:]
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Oh but everything is comin' up roses
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And when I'm pushin' up daisies...
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They'll want roses anyway
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Oh and everything is comin' up roses
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Its comin' up roses every day
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I've got a heart bent on confusion
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I'm punch drunk straight half the time
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I'm feelin' watered down and diluted
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Still this weathers holdin' fine
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[Chorus]
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There's a piece of land in Kentucky
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My grandfather worked one long hot day
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Now its a flatland blackstop strip mall
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Still, I remember what he'd say
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[Chorus 2x]
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Everyday.....everyday.....Buy the dozen....everyday
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Everything's Comin' Up Roses
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| Nanci Griffith |
