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Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard
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But Winter always came around and made the growing way too hard
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Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time
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She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see
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When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning
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I remember crying when she used to sing
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Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared
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About the way we learned to live and if we said our prayers
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"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"
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Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way
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We bring them every Mother's Day and put them on her grave
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Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm
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Mama liked the roses Mmmm
Repeat and fade out...
