Song | Mama Liked The Roses |
Artist | Elvis Presley |
Album | Suspicious Minds |
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Lyrics:J.Christopher Music:J.Christopher | |
Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard | |
But Winter always came around and made the growing way too hard | |
Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time | |
She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see | |
When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning | |
I remember crying when she used to sing | |
Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared | |
About the way we learned to live | |
And if we said our prayers | |
You know I kept the family bible | |
With a rose that she saved inside | |
It was pressed between the pages | |
Like it had found a place to hide | |
Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way | |
We bring them every Mother's Day | |
And put them on her grave | |
Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm | |
Mama liked the roses |
Lyrics: J. Christopher Music: J. Christopher | |
Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard | |
But Winter always came around and made the growing way too hard | |
Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time | |
She' d decorate the living room, for all us kids to see | |
When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning | |
I remember crying when she used to sing | |
Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared | |
About the way we learned to live | |
And if we said our prayers | |
You know I kept the family bible | |
With a rose that she saved inside | |
It was pressed between the pages | |
Like it had found a place to hide | |
Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way | |
We bring them every Mother' s Day | |
And put them on her grave | |
Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm | |
Mama liked the roses |
Lyrics: J. Christopher Music: J. Christopher | |
Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard | |
But Winter always came around and made the growing way too hard | |
Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time | |
She' d decorate the living room, for all us kids to see | |
When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning | |
I remember crying when she used to sing | |
Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared | |
About the way we learned to live | |
And if we said our prayers | |
You know I kept the family bible | |
With a rose that she saved inside | |
It was pressed between the pages | |
Like it had found a place to hide | |
Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way | |
We bring them every Mother' s Day | |
And put them on her grave | |
Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm | |
Mama liked the roses |