Give Me The Roses While I Live

G Wonderful things of folks are said D7 G When they have passed away Roses adorn the narrow bed D7 G Over the sleeping clay C G Give me the roses while I live D7 Trying to cheer me on G Useless are flowers that you give D7 G After the soul is gone Praises are heard not by the dead D7 G Roses they cannot speak Let us not wait till souls have fled D7 G Generous friends to be riff on chorus in country style Faults are forgiven when folks lie D7 G Cold in a narrow bed Let us forgive them ere they die D7 G Now should the words be said