Cannonball Days Lyrics - Ryan Adams

What's come to stay from the Cannonball days 

but a house and some clothes on the line. 

Fired away your drunken brigade 

In the streets of New York as a child. 

Woman so fine, fine as a girl 

Slow like an Italian wine. 

Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf 

But all of your roses have died. 

Better luck in the next life 

Cuz you're gonna need it dear. 

Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when 

Cuz all of your roses have died 

All of your roses have died. 

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I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips 

Danced in apartment named Nine. 

Cats on the sill and my head to your breast 

Beating your rhythms divine. 

West Jersey Queen with a rattled machine 

Tasted the salt through your skin. 

Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when 

Cuz all of your roses have died. 

Better luck in the next life 

Go give em some hell and goodbye 

Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when 

Cuz all of your roses have died 

All of your roses have died. 

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Basked in the heat down on Christopher street, 

Bought you a rose from a bum 

Left you a note, had it stuffed in your coat 

You laughed and said it was dumb. 

Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him 

I'm sure that he treats you just fine. 

So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tears 

all of your roses have died. 

Better luck in the next life 

I'll miss you, but go on, goodbye. 

I feel like a stray from these cannonball days 

when all of your roses were mine. 

all of your roses were mine 

all of your roses... were mine