Roses on the 4th of july

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[Verse 1]
[D]He sti[G]ll sends her roses on the[D]
4th of July.
[Em]They're always white [D]roses,
she's [Bm]never asked [A]why.
She [G]still doesn't know [D]where he goes,
Thursday nights.
But [Em]his wedding band [A]rests,
On their bedside [D]that night.

[Verse 2]
[G]He was a soldier in the [D]Vietnam war.
He lost [Em]half his right [D]leg whilst
daydream[Bm]ing [A]of her.
[G]She lit a candle each holy
[D]hour he was gone.
[Em]"You Were [Bm]On My Mi[A]nd"
Was their favor[D]ite [G]song.[D]

[Verse 3]
[G]Love is a mystery, from [D]birth 'til we die.
It's cross [Em]words of a morn[D]ing,
by [Bm]evening entwined.
[A]It's all[G] that we dream of, some
[D]times it's not right.
[Em]Love is white [A]roses,
And you never [D]ask [G]why.[D]

[Verse 4]
He's the [G]hands of a draughtsman,
he's [D]built a good life,
She [Em]works for a [D]season
[Bm]during IRS[A]time.
Two chil[G]dren they've had though their
[D]boy has now died.
When they [Em]wake of each [A]morning,[G]
[A]He is still on their min[D]ds.[G][D]

[Verse 5]
Their [G]friends would all tell
you they're like [D]day and night,
Their [Em]daughter's an actress,
[D]she is strong [Bm]and she's [A]bright.
He [G]meets with his pals [D]from the war
Thursday nights,
[Em]She still [Bm]treasures [A]those roses,
Every 4th of [D]July

[Verse 6]
[G]Love is a mystery,
from birth [D]'til we die.
It's cross [Em]words of a [D]morning,
by [Bm]evening en[A]twined.
It's [G]all that we dream of, some
[D]times it's not right.
[Em]Love is white [A]roses,[G]
[A]And you never ask[D] why[G].
[D][G][D]

[Verse 7]
[Em]Love is white roses,
[A](Love is white [G]ros[A]es.)
Every [D]4th of [G]July.
[D]