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Bed Of Roses

John Bon Jovi /John Bon Jovi

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

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

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