Mama Liked the Roses

[Intro: ]Eb Fm Bb Eb Fm Bb Eb C Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard Fm G C But Winter always came around and made the growing way too hard Fm Bb Eb C Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time Fm G C She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see F Bb F Bb When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning G C F I remember crying when she used to sing Fm Bb Eb C Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared Fm G C About the way we learned to live and if we said our prayers Spoken: (and play this: Fm Bb Eb C Fm G C) "You know I kept the family bible With a rose that she saved inside It was pressed between the pages Like it had found a place to hide" Fm Bb Eb C Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way Fm G C We bring them every Mother's Day and put them on her grave Fm Bb Eb C Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm Fm Bb Eb C Mama liked the roses Mmmm Repeat and fade out...