Papa Was A Rolling Stone

Patsy Cline - A Poor Man's Roses(Or A Rich Man's Gold)

I must make up my mind today

What to have what to hold

A poor man's roses or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace

Though he's callous and cold

He may learn to give his heart for love

Instead of buyin' it with gold

And then the poor man's roses

Are the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight

Is the hand I will hold

For the rose of love means more to me

More than any rich man's gold

And then the poor man's roses

Are the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight

Is the hand I will hold

For the rose of love means more to me

Than any rich man's gold