By Alan Jackson (with George Jones) 
Tabbed By Larry Mofle 
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      A                                            D           A  
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray 
      A                                                   D          A 
Lyin' cold the way you left them but at least your lips caressed them while you packed 
      D                                                            A 
And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink 
       E                                                                          A  
But at least you thought you wanted it an' that's so much more than I can say for me 
 

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                              D 
But what a good year for the roses 
E                 A 
Many blooms still linger there 
                             Bm 
The lawn could stand another mowin' 
E                        A 
It's funny, I don't even care 
                           D 
When you turned and walked away 
E                          D  A 
And as the door behind you closes 
                         Bm 
The only thing I know to say 
E                             A D   Bm D A 
It's been a good year for the roses 
 
 
After three full years of marriage it's the first time that you haven't made the bed 
I guess the reason we're not talkin': there's so little left to say, we haven't said 
An' while a million thoughts go runnin' through my mind, I find I haven't spoke a word 
And from the bedroom, the familiar sound of our one baby's cryin', goes unheard 
 
 
Chorus