G
Cadd9
D
Em
C
G
Cadd9
We
G
both lie silently still,
In the
Cadd9
dead of the night.
Although we
G
both lie close together,
We feel
Cadd9
miles apart inside.
Was it
G
something I said,
Or
Cadd9
something I did,
Did my
G
words not come out
Cadd9
right?
Though I
D
tried not to hurt you,
Though I
C
tried, but I guess that’s why they say…
G
Every rose has its
Cadd9
thorn.
Just like
G
every night has its
Cadd9
dawn.
Just like
G
every
D
cowboy sings a
C
sad, sad song.
G
Every rose has its
C
thorn. (Yeah it does)…
G
Cadd9
G
Cadd9
G
Listen to our favority song,
Playin’ on the
Cadd9
radio.
Hear the
G
DJ say love’s a game
Of easy come and
Cadd9
easy
go.
But I
G
wonder, does he
Cadd9
know,
Has he
G
ever felt like
Cadd9
this?
Well I
D
know that you’d be here right now,
If I
C
could’ve let you know somehow, I guess…
G
Every rose has its
Cadd9
thorn.
Just like
G
every night has its
Cadd9
dawn.
Just like
G
every
D
cowboy sings a
C
sad, sad song.
G
Every rose has its
C
thorn. (Yeah it does)…
Em
Though it’s been a
D
while
now,
I can
C
still feel so much
G
pain.
Em
Like a knife that
D
cuts you the wound heals,
But the
C
scar, that scar
G
remains.
G
Cadd9
I
G
know I could’ve saved our love that night,
If I’d
Cadd9
known what to say.
Instead of
G
making
love,
We both
Cadd9
made our separate ways.
And now I
G
hear you’ve found some
Cadd9
body
new,
And
G
that I never meant that
Cadd9
much to you.
To
D
hear that tears me up inside,
And to
C
see you cuts me like a knife, I guess…
G
Every rose has its
Cadd9
thorn.
Just like
G
every night has its
Cadd9
dawn.
Just like
G
every
D
cowboy sings a
C
sad, sad song.
G
Every rose has its
C
thorn.