Give Them Roses To Momma

by Steven E. Stone

Genre: Folk

Lyrics

Give Them Roses To Momma

I’m a ship tossed and battered upon a raging angry sea
but that light shining yonder is shining down on me.
I’ll choose the pathway lit by angels no matter where I may roam
and when breath leaves this body I’ll just be going home.

Give my gold to the poor boys my guns to the ground
ain’t no buried treasure like the treasure that I’ve found.
Give my love to my woman give this blade to my sons
a motorbike to my brothers and to my sisters give a song.
Give them roses to Momma and to Daddy give my thanks
my soul to the Good Lord and my finger to the banks.

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