Bad Of Roses

	Bb	F
	Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old	piano.

	Bb	F
Trying	hard to capture the moment, this morning I	don't know.

	Am	Bb	F
'Cause a	bottle of vodka still	lies in my head and some	blonde

	Bb
Gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my	bed.

	Bb	C	F
As I	think about movies they	won't make of me when I'm	dead.

	Bb	F
With an	iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the	morning.

	Bb	F
While a	marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're t	alking

	Am	Bb	F
About	all of the things I	longed to believe, about	love, the truth,

	Bb
What you mean to me and the	truth is...

	Bb	C	F
	Baby you're	all that I need.

	Dm	C	Bb	F
I wanna	lay you	down in a	bed of	roses.

	Dm	C	Bb	F
	Tonight I	sleep on a	bed of	nails.

	Bb	F	Bb	F
I wanna	be just as	close as the	Holy	Ghost is.

	Dm	C	Bb	F
	Lay	you	down, on a bed of	roses.

	Bb	F
I'm so f	ar away, each step that I take's on my way h	ome.

	Bb	F
A king's	ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this p	ayphone.

	Am	Bb	F
But I'd	run out of time or it's	hard to get through till the	bird on the wire

	Bb
Flies me back to you. I'll just clos	e my eyes.

	Bb	C
And whisper "baby	blind love is t	rue".

Bridge:

	Bb	C
The	hotel bars hangover	whiskey's gone dry.

	F
The bar	tender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.

	Bb	Bb	C	F
I	might've said yes, but I	laughed so hard	I think I	died.

	Bb	F
Now as y	ou close your eyes you know I'll be thinking	about you.

	Bb	F
My mistr	ess she calls me to stand in her spotlight aga	in.

	Am	Bb	F
I won't	be alone, you know that	don't mean I'm not lonel	y.

	Bb	Bb	C
I've got nothing to p	rove, for its	you I'd die to de	fend.