Roadhouse Rose - Ulf Nilsson

She was just a young girl when she left her Mom and Dad

Went out to see the world and get the things she never had

A couple of wrong turns,

some good times gone bad for my Road House Rose, for my Road House Rose

Now she’s waiting tables, trying hard to make ends meet

She’s cleaning coffee pots and she’s got blisters on her feet

But when the home girls on the back she’s always sweet,

shes my Roadhouse Rose.

God bless that woman with her pancakes, coffee beans

A sight for sore eyes in them blue tight fitting jeans

She’s my queen

Oh she’s my Roadhouse Rose, she is my Roadhouse Rose

I know i never said a word but Lord i hope she knows, Shes my rose,

shes’s my rose, Roadhouse Rose.

She’s got a box painted with angels, all gold

filled up with tips from all the beer and shots she sold

Started saving long ago but her dream will never grow cold

for my Roadhouse Rose

God bless that woman with her pancakes, coffee beans

A sight for sore eyes in them blue tight fitting jeans

She’s my queen

Oh she’s my Roadhouse Rose, she is my Roadhouse Rose

I know i never said a word but Lord i hope she knows, Shes my Roadhouse Rose.

If i was her, i’d probably given up by now

But through all these years she’s kept her dream alive somehow

So come on now Ladies & Gentlemen, let’s all take a bow

For my Roadhouse Rose, For my Roadhouse Rose, For my Roadhouse Rose

Yeah, For my Roadhouse Rose

I know i never said a word but Lord i hope she knows, Shes my Roadhouse Rose.

Shes my Roadhouse Rose.