One Red Rose - John Prine

The rain came down on a tin roof

Hardly a sound was left from the birthday party

The kitchen light fell asleep on a bedroom floor

Me and her were talking softer

Than all the time before I lost her

Picture sat on top of the chest of drawers

One red rose in the Bible

Pressed between the Holy alphabet

Probably wouldn’t believe you, if you told me

But what I never knew, I never will forget

Rainy nights get dark real early

Her dress was soft, her hair was curly

We danced around the table to the old banjo

Rainy nights were made for lovers

We lay there still beneath the covers

And I ain’t never felt like that before

One red rose in the Bible

Pressed between the Holy alphabet

Probably wouldn’t believe you, if you told me

But what I never knew, I never will forget