Joan Baez — Rosemary Moore

Take out your hearing aid, oh We'll go have a drink You won't have to hear about What I might think If he didn't die happy Least he didn't die poor And you're still kinda pretty, Mrs. Rosemary Moore What are you still crying for? I think you're free now Rosemary Moore Funeral wasted your tears You cared and cried all of these years Everyone believes this is terribly bad Rosey you don't have to play sad So put on a pretty dress And go out on the town You'll dance a lot better Without him weighing you down Rosey, I've got your car keys You can still find the door You can drive if you want to, Mrs. Rosemary Moore Just stop leaving tears on the floor You're alone now Rosemary Moore Cheap cigarettes and coffee and cards And yard sales and broken-down cars Everyone believes this is terribly bad Rosey you don't have to play sad So take out your hearing aid And we'll go have a drink You won't have to listen To what I might think If he didn't die happy Least he didn't die poor And you're still kinda pretty, Mrs. Rosemary Moore Stop leaving tears on the floor I think you're free now Rosemary Moore Stop leaving tears on the floor I think you're free now Rosemary Moore