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Black Rose
Here's a highly underappreciated gem off of EC's "Another Ticket" album
that I picked off over the weekend.
G C G C G C G C
G The dogs are C howling at the G midnight C moon. G C G C
G I'm on my C way to where the G black rose C blooms. G C G C
C The mountain's Em/B high, the Am night is G/B cold.
C I feel the G/B sunshine; a D/A black rose G grows.
ToGgether again, we're as C common as sin, they say,
D We just walk around the stones they G throw.
G Night after night, C we steal away to where
F Love don't see no C colors in the G shadows,
F Love don't see no C colors in the G shadows.
G Wind in the C willows, G wild and C warm, G C G C
G Just like the C woman lying G here in my C arms. G C G C
C The water's Em/B deep, Am cold and G/B still.
C I love the G/B feeling that D/A black rose G gives.
Chorus
Chorus
F Love don't see no C colors in the G shadows.
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