Roses and Scarlet Begonias
So, man, here I am
Left cold and lonely and blue
You took the fast track to texas, baby
So I painted a picture of you.
Your roses and scarlet begonias, honey
Look an awful lot like blood,
But thank god it’s raining today, look
they’re drowning in the mud.
Driving down the highway, babe
I pass a man; he looks like you.
So I stop, pull over, call to him, well,
What else would you expect me to do?
Because I see him, he’s a man, I know,
A man that would understand.
I look into his coffee-stained eyes and say,
Wanna come see me and the band?
With his caramel skin, he jumped right in,
And we laughed, and beautifully sinned.