The Lone Bellow - Fake Roses Lyrics
Fake roses on the mantleElvis postcards on the fridgeEd lays softly by the ringerBaby’s sleeping in the cribOld broken taped up tail lightOn momma’s Monte CarloShe don’t open all the gas billsJust leaves it on the dashboardIt’s a low and lonesome songWhen the wind sweeps through the pineShe just turns the TV onPuts her mind on better timesTakes the long way home from workCar parked on the wrong side of the bridgeCountry gold, Saturday night, and smokes oneYou don’t have to tell me any of thisIt’s a low and lonesome songWhen the wind sweeps through the pineShe just turns the TV onPuts her mind on better times [x2]Your heart is breakingI hear what you’re sayingYou don’t have to tell me anything [x3]He won’t come around againShe don’t open that front doorShe hears that low and lonesome soundShe don’t answer anymore.