Hanging with the great Freddy Fender.. Roses are red, violets are blue.

 Roses are red and violets are blue.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue and
you have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern.

Pretty flowers have turned black and
the whiskey is tasting better.
Your beautiful face is becoming lost in the bliss of Jack Daniels
 and my good friend Jim Beam.

I told the bartender.
I was a lover once,
I was a dreamer once.
Now I’m a drinker.
Trying to find peace in the blindness of alcohol and forgotten dreams.

Rose are red and
violet are blue.
We bleed red blood when the knife is put in deep
and with a purpose.

Beautiful blue eyes woman walked out of my door.
Told me . You was dead to me.
You swim in shit and believe it will be roses in the morning.
Can’t love part way. You must go all the way or walk away.

I’m falling apart and
there is no-one to pick me up me, when you can’t find the way back.

Whiskey songs are written by fools who wasted love.
Held hate and misery near.

Today I got my cigarettes, dirty ashtrays and strong whiskey.
Ghost of old lovers haunt my dreams and
I’m waiting for no-one.

Roses are red and the violets are blue.
Old tavern is loaded with fools who wasted the good thing.

                    Coyote