Tangled Up Roses Lyrics - Shooter Jennings

Looks like The King and 'Cilla 

got a little too drunk last night 

And we came in and it turned in 

to a Hank and Audrey fight 

You fixed my face up good 

and I broke everything in sight 

And as we coasted out on fumes 

in raised the light 

When you slipped your little hand in mine 

And it's them lady like things 

that make me go insane 

That turn me right around 

I fall in love with you again 

I wouldn't crave the golden days 

without the cold blue rain 

Like beauty spiked with pain 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

We've grown around each other 

right from the very start 

And the thorns that sting our side 

assure we won't be torn apart 

And when our coldest winter seems 

that it will never pass 

You usher in the summer wind 

with a singing of your laugh 

You put your little hand in mine 

And it's them lady like things 

that make me go insane 

That turn me right around 

I fall in love with you again 

I wouldn't crave the golden days 

without the cold blue rain 

Like beauty spiked with pain 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Your legs wind up around my heart 

Like life immitating art 

Two lovers strike poses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Oh, like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses 

Like tangled up roses