Lake Fork Verne — Like The Rose It

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Like the Rose, It Withers, It Dies
 By:  Verne Garrison, Valley Park, Mo
         August 18, 2007

Banjo tuned Eb, played in Key of D

     D
Well my spirits broke
               A
I aint no good any more
     D         G    D
I am looked on as a joke
                 A           D
My mind, my body they are at war

       D             G      D
Little things become big to me
                      A
A curt word, a woeful glance
      D              G        D
Worse sometimes when nothings said
          A                D
I wish no more for another chance

               G      D
I have seen my better days
                   A
I am well aware of that
    D               G
But I never figured the haze
   D            A                D
Or to be tossed away like an old hat

         G                         D
My creed says there is a place for me
                                         A
And I have made amends with the One that counts
     D           G        D
Best for me with all this uncertainty
                      A        D
To call on Him as the pressure mounts

                 G           D
Yes, I have lost the love of thee
                     A
I can see it in your eyes
   D             G     D
My partner since fifty three
                        A           D
Love, like the rose it withers, it dies