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Flowers By The Side Of The Road
By Katrina Elam
Capo 2
Her mama [A]cussed, she was [D]out of [A]film
As her [D]baby came [A]down those [E]stairs looking right at [F#m]him[D]
His hands, they [A]shook as he pinned on [D]that cor[A]sage
And she [D]almost [A]cried cause she li[E]ked this guy from the ve[F#m]ry start [D]
[D]Shoulda been just [A]another first, [E]not the last
[D]A beautiful [A]moment in two [E]lives when they looked back, now they?re
Chorus:
[A]Flowers by the [D]side of the [A]road
Yeah ,that?s [F#m]all that?s left of the [E]hopes and dreams of [D]two seventeen year olds
[E]Some dreams live on and some, they [A]don?t
[D]All that?s [A]left to know, [D]all that?s [A]left to show are [D]flowers by the [E]side of the [A]road
Could?ve been me, could?ve been you
How many times have I said I?ve just had one or two
It?s a sobering thought, it?s a sobering sight
How like a bad, bad dream you can lose everything on a careless night
Be the one who lives, be the one who?s gone
Be the mother whose heart has to somehow go on, but she?ll leave
Chorus
Flowers By The Side Of The Road
By Katrina Elam
Capo 2
Her mama [A]cussed, she was [D]out of [A]film
As her [D]baby came [A]down those [E]stairs looking right at [F#m]him[D]
His hands, they [A]shook as he pinned on [D]that cor[A]sage
And she [D]almost [A]cried cause she li[E]ked this guy from the ve[F#m]ry start [D]
[D]Shoulda been just [A]another first, [E]not the last
[D]A beautiful [A]moment in two [E]lives when they looked back, now they?re
Chorus:
[A]Flowers by the [D]side of the [A]road
Yeah ,that?s [F#m]all that?s left of the [E]hopes and dreams of [D]two seventeen year olds
[E]Some dreams live on and some, they [A]don?t
[D]All that?s [A]left to know, [D]all that?s [A]left to show are [D]flowers by the [E]side of the [A]road
Could?ve been me, could?ve been you
How many times have I said I?ve just had one or two
It?s a sobering thought, it?s a sobering sight
How like a bad, bad dream you can lose everything on a careless night
Be the one who lives, be the one who?s gone
Be the mother whose heart has to somehow go on, but she?ll leave
Chorus
