Bed Of Roses Bon Jovi
[Bb]Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old [F]piano.
Trying [Bb]hard to capture the moment, this morning I [F]don't know.
'Cause a [Am]bottle of vodka still [Bb]lies in my head and some [F]blonde
Gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my [Bb]bed.
As I [Bb]think about movies they [C]won't make of me when I'm [F]dead.
With an [Bb]iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the [F]morning.
While a [Bb]marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're t[F]alking
About[Am] all of the things I[Bb] longed to believe, about[F] love, the truth,
What you mean to me and the [Bb]truth is...
[Bb]Baby you're [C]all that I need. [F]
I wanna [Dm]lay you [C]down in a [Bb]bed of [F]roses.
[Dm]Tonight I [C]sleep on a [Bb]bed of [F]nails.
I wanna [Bb]be just as [F]close as the [Bb]Holy [F]Ghost is.
[Dm]Lay [C]you [Bb]down, on a bed of [F]roses.
I'm so f[Bb]ar away, each step that I take's on my way h[F]ome.
A king's[Bb] ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this p[F]ayphone.
But I'd[Am] run out of time or it's[Bb] hard to get through till the[F] bird on the wire
Flies me back to you. I'll just clos[Bb]e my eyes.
And whisper "baby [Bb]blind love is t[C]rue".
The [Bb]hotel bars hangover [C]whiskey's gone dry.
The bar[F]tender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.
I [Bb]might've said yes, but I [Bb]laughed so hard [C]I think I [F]died.
Now as y[Bb]ou close your eyes you know I'll be thinking[F] about you.
My mistr[Bb]ess she calls me to stand in her spotlight aga[F]in.
I won't[Am] be alone, you know that[Bb] don't mean I'm not lonel[F]y.
I've got nothing to p[Bb]rove, for its[Bb] you I'd die to de[C]fend.
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