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Bed Of Roses

John Bon Jovi /John Bon Jovi



B                                           F       
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano 
       B                                         F             
Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I  don’t know 
         Am                     B                   
’Cause a  bottle of vodka still lodged in my head 
         F                                                  B     
And some blond gave me nightmares I think she’s still in my bed 
                             C                          F      
As I dream about movies they  won’t make of me when I’m dead 
        B                                           F         
With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning 
           B                                                       F         
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we’re talking 
      Am                        B                 
About  all of the things that I long to believe 
      F                                            
About love and the truth and what you mean to me 
        B        C                    F        
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need 
          Dm       C    B      F       
I want to  lay you in a bed of roses 
    Dm        C          B      F       
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails 
          B          F            B    F          
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is 
    Dm  C   B              F        
And lay you down on bed of  roses 
         B                                               F           
Well I’m so far away that each step that I take is on my  way home 
         B                                                       F            
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d give each night to see through this  pay phone 
        Am                       B                     
Still I  run out of time or it’s hard to get through 
         F                                       
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you 
B                                    C                   F       
 I’ll just close my eyes and whisper "baby blind love is true" 

        B                   C                    
®: This  hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry 
       F                                                    
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked and she’s giving me the eye 
  B                                          C         F      
I might have said yeah but I laughed so hard I think I died 
Solo
 

       B                                          F            
Now as  you close your eyes know I’ll be thinking  about you 
         B                                               F        
While my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight  again 
          B                                                   F        
Tonight I won’t be alone but you know that don’t mean I’m not lonely 
         B                             C                F        
I’ve got nothing to prove for it’s you  that I’d die to defend 
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