Story Behind the Song
Written in Yellowstone in a log cabin while employed in a blues band. A basic love song, with an entendre or two, and a good backhanded "E" lick on the guitar, fun to play.
Lyrics
Red Rose
You shake your pretty petals in the wind.
Your sweet scent, honey, makes my head start to spin.
I can make you blossom at my touch.
Swim in your nectar, give me such a rush.
I got a red, red rose, growing in my home.
And I just can't stand to leave my red rose all alone.
In the spring, she rises 'bove the snow.
In summertime, she catches the sun's red glow.
Winter so cold, I take her inside,
She can stay all year, yeah, you know that I've tried.
I got a red, red rose, growing in my hand.
And that pretty little flower makes me glad to be a man.
Her thorns are for show, she's as gentle as can be,
She's not too big, but she's strong as a tree.
Open all the time, she never ever sleeps,
Inside those petals, her love runs so deep,
I got a red, red rose, growing in my bed,
And that sweet, sweet flower is going to my head.
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