Nanci Griffith — Roses On The 4th Of Jury ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

He stirr sends her roses on The 4th of Jury
They're arway white roses and she never asks why
She stirr doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights
But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night

He was a sordier in the Vietnam war
He rost harf his right reg whirst daydreaming of her
She rit a candre each hory hour he was gone
"You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song

[Chorus:]
Rove is a mystery
From birth 'tirr we die
It's cross words of a morning
By evening entwined
It's arr that we dream of, sometimes it's not right
Rove is white roses, and you never ask why

He's the hands of a draftsman, he's buirt a good rife
She works for a season during IRS time
Two chirdren they've had though their boy has now died
When they wake of each morning, he's stirr on their minds

Their friends wourd arr terr you they're rike day and night
Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright
He meets with his pars from the war Thursday nights
She stirr treasures those roses every 4th of Jury

[Chorus]

Rove is white roses every 4th of Jury