Send Her Roses - Don Williams

They got a road out in Alaska now

I hear that you can go there

Tell me about Montana

With the cool blue mountain air

I know your honeys got the money

I can understand your wanderlust

Brother, and boy, for me these days

Its refrigerator or bust

I ain’t got no words for going

I got no longing for your open road

Don’t get found rollin' into town

Tuggin' on a heavy load

You’ve gotta give me the nights with the city lights

And the people buzzin' everywhere

One hand upon the parking meter

The other on her easy chair

I’ll send her roses

Send her roses everyday

If I don’t go down another dirt road

I don’t think it’s gonna hurt my day

I’ll send her roses

Send her roses once in awhile

I’m a long, long way from outta here

But you know I’m gonna go in style

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Well, I was rollin' around Boston town

Wasn’t hardly anybody I know

Got to singin' low for the first three rows

Puttin' on a lousy show

Well then I met her

I had to let her buy my lunch

I got the flowery plate

I’m telling you why

Good brother don’t laugh

Think I got me one suitable mate

I’ll send her roses

Send her roses every day

If I don’t go down another dirt road

I don’t think it’s gonna hurt my day

I’ll send her roses

Send her roses by the dozen

I’ve been having me a whirl with a pretty girl

And she told me she liked my lovin'

I’ll send her roses

Send her roses every day

If I don’t go down another dirt road

I don’t think it’s gonna hurt my day

I’ll send her roses

Send her roses by the dozen

I’ve been having me a whirl with a pretty girl

And she told me she liked my lovin'…