A Good Year for the Roses (v2)
George Jones · Step Right Up [2009]
George Jones & Alan Jsckson
I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left them
At least your lips caressed them while you packed.
And a lip print on a half filled cup of coffee
That you poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
And that's so much more than I can say for me.
Chorus:
But what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin'
It's funny, I don't even care.
And when you turned and walked away
And as the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses.
After three full years of marriage
It's the first time that you haven't made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin'
There's so little left to say, we haven't said.
While a million thoughts go runnin' through my mind
I find I haven't spoke a word
And from the bedroom those familiar sounds
Of our one baby's cryin' goes unheard.
Chorus
But what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin'
It's funny, I don't even care.
And when you turned and walked away
And as the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses...
A Good Year for the Roses (v2)
George Jones delivers a tender country ballad in this version of 'A Good Year for the Roses,' a classic song celebrating the fleeting beauty of youth and the bittersweet passage of time. Recorded for the 2009 compilation 'Step Right Up,' the track showcases Jones's signature baritone and emotive delivery, characteristic of his work in the traditional country genre. The song reflects on the transition from the vibrant days of one's youth to the realities of aging, a theme central to Jones's discography and the broader tradition of narrative country music. This recording stands as a poignant example of his ability to transform standard songwriting into deeply personal storytelling, capturing the universal sentiment that while youth is precious, it is ultimately a memory rather than a permanent state.

