recorded by Gene Watson written by Dallas Harms
Intro
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| The sun goes down | in Calvin county |
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| . Neon lights from an old beer | sign |
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| Shown through the | window out on the | sidewalk |
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| As I walked in to pass the | time |
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| I looked | around sat down at a | table |
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| Ordered beef on | rye and a glass of | wine |
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| And through the | door came a little old | lady |
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| She was | selling paper roses and they only cost a | dime |
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| Silver hair | that's lost its gold |
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| . Trembling hand as she passed the | rose |
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| Red Crepe | paper made nature's | bouquet |
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| Help a little old | lady buy a rose | today |
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| I took the | rose from her trembling | hand |
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| With eyes of | age she smiled and walked | away |
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| Like a breath of | spring I could smell the | rose |
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| It came alive and I heard her | say |
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| I went to look | for her outside |
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| A spray of roses lay by her | side |
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| The sky lit | up and the choir | sang |
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| A thousand voices as the church bells | rang |
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