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Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1993 15:06:42 -0700 (MST)
From: Paul Zimmerman 
Subject: CRD: It Must Have Been the Roses - Grateful Dead
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It Must Have Been The Roses - Grateful Dead
Words and Music by Robert Hunter.

D/F#: 2x023x    E/G#: 4x2400    G/B: x2x033     A7/C#: x42223

A E A D/F# A
AAnnie (x02220@1)laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in

    D (xx0232@1)                               E (022100@1)              A (x02220@1)   F#mher (244222@1)long, brown hair.  I don't know.  Maybe it was the roses.

A (x02220@1)             E (022100@1)               AAll (x02220@1)I know, I could not leave her there.

D (xx0232@1)               E (022100@1)                A (x02220@1)        D (xx0232@1)          EI (022100@1)don't know.  It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons in

    A (x02220@1)   G (320003@1)   D (xx0232@1)                  E (022100@1)              A (x02220@1)   E/G# (143121@4)F#mher (244222@1)long, brown hair. I don't know.  Maybe it was the roses.

A (x02220@1)           E (022100@1)                 AAll (x02220@1)I know, I could not leave her there.

A (x02220@1)           G/B (143121@7) A7/C# (042020@1)    D (xx0232@1)                 ATen (x02220@1)years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea.
One pane of glass in the window.

                       G/B (143121@7)  A7/C# (042020@1) DI'm (xx0232@1)thinking well, how it may blow in all good company.
No one is complaining, though.  Come in and shut the door.

A (x02220@1)         E (022100@1)             DIf (xx0232@1)I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,


        A (x02220@1)             E (022100@1)             Dlet (xx0232@1)me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see.
and it's strange how no one comes 'round anymore.


Thanks to the original poster.

Peace,
Paul Z