By: Steve Wynn

Somebody slammed on the table to say we was finished

Well, that was alright 'cause our good sense had long since diminished

And everyone was blind from staring way down past their noses

The old times were swinging again, the subject was roses

The newspaper man said you're crazy to let it go sour

He said I was singing your praises last night in the shower

But a fool is a fool when he starts believing his poses

The glasses were drained again, the subject was roses

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He reached for his wallet and started to show me a picture

I reached for my bible and started to read from