Send Her Roses

Send Her Roses - Don Williams (唐·威廉姆斯)

Written by：Pat McLaughlin

They got a road out in Alaska now

I hear that you can go there

Tell me about montana

With the cool blue mountain air

I know your honeys got the money

I can understand your wanderlust

Brother and boy for me these days

It's refrigerator or bust

I ain't got no words for going

I got no longing for your open road

Don't get found rollin' into town tugging on a heavy

Load

You've gotta give me the nights with the city lights

And the people buzzin' everywhere

One hand upon the parking meter the other on her

Easy chair

I'll send her roses

Send her roses everyday

If I don't go down another dirt road I don't

Think it's gonna hurt my day

I'll send her roses

Send her roses once in awhile

I'm a long long way from outta here but you

Know I'm gonna go in style

Well I was rollin' around Boston town wasn't hardly anybody

I know

Got to singin' low for the first three rows puttin'

On a lousy show

Well then I met her I had to let her

Buy my lunch I got the flowery plate

I'm telling you why good brother don't laugh think I

Got me one suitable mate

I'll send her roses

Send her roses every day

If I don't go down another dirt road I don't

Think it's gonna hurt my day

I'll send her roses

Send her roses by the dozen

I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl

And she told me she liked my lovin'

I'll send her roses

Send her roses everyday

If I don't go down another dirt road I don't

Think it's gonna hurt my day

I'll send her roses

I'll send her roses

By the dozen

I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl

And she told me she liked my lovin'