John Prine — One Red Rose

The rain came down on a tin roof Hardly a sound was left from the birthday party The kitchen light fell asleep on a bedroom floor Me and her were talking softer Than all the time before I lost her Picture sat on top of the chest of drawers One red rose in the Bible Pressed between the Holy alphabet Probably wouldn't believe you, if you told me But what I never knew, I never will forget Rainy nights get dark real early Her dress was soft, her hair was curly We danced around the table to the old banjo Rainy nights were made for lovers We lay there still beneath the covers And I ain't never felt like that before One red rose in the Bible Pressed between the Holy alphabet Probably wouldn't believe you, if you told me But what I never knew, I never will forget