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| F# | G | |
| The | boy only wanted to | give Mother something |
| D | A | |
| And | all of her roses had | bloomed. |
| F# | G | |
| Looking at her as he | came rushing in with them |
| D | A | |
| Knowing her roses were | doomed, |
| EM | F# | Bm | |
| All she could | see were some | thorns buried deep |
| Em | F# | Bm | A | |
| And the | tears that were | cried as she | tended his | wounds |
| CHORUS: (she) |
| D | G | Bm | A | |
| And (she) | knew it was | love |
| D | G | Bm | A | |
| It was | one (she) could | unders | tand |
| D | G | |
| He was | showing his | love, |
| Bm | A | D | G | Bm | A | |
| And | that's how he | hurt his | hands. |
| Verse 2: |
| He still remembers that night as child |
| On his mother's knee |
| She held him close and she opened her bible |
| And quietly started to read, |
| And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out, |
| "Momma, he's got some scars just like me." |
| CHORUS: (he) |
| (solos over a verse and chorus) |
| Verse 3: |
| Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own |
| When Uncle Sam comes along. |
| A foreign affair, but our young men were there |
| And luck had his number drawn. |
| It wasn't that long till our hero was gone |
| He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross. |
| CHORUS: (they) |
| tag: last 3 lines of chorus |
| fade on chorus chords |