| Rose was having a problem
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| She held the answer in her hand
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| But on this auspicious occasion
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| She didn’t really understand
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| I went to meet her at the station
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| Her famous hat was pulled down low
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| A crowd of people stood there laughing at her
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| Rose was a shadow of before
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| Keep taking those back roads
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| That’s all I ever heard her say
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| Don’t take no for an answer
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| Yet she slowly slid away
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| Keep taking those back roads
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| That’s all I ever heard her say
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| Don’t take no for an answer
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| Oh that’s all she would say
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| Back roads, black rose, blues again
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| Now Rose was getting down forever
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| She never really ever stood a chance
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| I watched her life that’s pilling out before her
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| Just like wine, just like wine
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| Spilling over the side
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| And every time I reach a crossroads
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| In my life and I don’t know which way to go
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| A voice is stirring deep inside of me
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| It is the voice of old black Rose
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| She said
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| Keep taking those back roads
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| That’s all I ever heard her say
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| Don’t take no for an answer
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| Yet she slowly slipped away, yeah
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| Keep taking those back roads
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| That’s all I ever heard her say
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| Don’t take no for an answer
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| Hey, black rose slipped away
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| Back roads, black rose, you got the blues again
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| Back roads, black rose
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| Black rose, black rose |