ab: "A Good Year for the Roses",
As performed by Counting Crows
Written by George Jones

Transcribed by Michael A. Mazur (mmazur@wpi.edu)


Intro: Acoustic Guitar

   C           Csus4    C     Csus2   C           Csus4 C
|--0--------0--0--0--|--0-----0--0--0-0--|--0-----0--0--0--|
|--1--------1--1--1--|--1-----1--1--1-1--|--1-----1--1--1--|
|--0--------0--0--0--|--0-----0--0--0-0--|--0-----0--0--0--|
|--2--------2--3--3--|--2-----0--0--0h2--|--2-----3--3--2--|
|--3--------3--3--3--|--3-----3--3--3-3--|--3-----3--3--3--|
|--------------------|-------------------|-----------------|


Verse, simile to intro

C
I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick
            Csus4              C        Csus2 C
on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lying cold the way you left them,
                       Csus4         C                C7(x32310)
but at least your lips caressed them while you packed
F/C (x3321x)
Or the lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured
           C     Csus4 C
and didn't drink
       G(32000x)                      Gadd4(32001x) G
But at least you thought you wanted it
                                         C    Csus4 C
and that's so much more than I can say for me


Chorus:
Fmaj7 (xx3210)
Gadd6 (xx5430)
Dm/A  (x00231)

                          Fmaj7     Gadd6
It's been a good year for the roses
                         C    Csus2 C
Many blooms still linger there
                             Dm/A  Gadd6
The lawn could stand another mowing
                         C    Csus4 C
It's funny, I don't even care
                             Fmaj7  Gadd6
But as you turned and walked away
                       Fmaj7 C
As the door behind you closes
                            Dm/A   Gadd6
The only thing I thought to say
                             C
Is "What a good year for the roses"

Csus4 Dm Csus4 C


Repeat Csus2 C from intro, then back into verse:

After three, four years of marriage
It's the first time that you haven't been to bed
I guess the reason we're not talking,
is there's so little left to say we haven't said
While a million thoughts go racing through my mind
I guess I haven't said a word
>From the bedroom, the familiar sound
of our one baby's crying goes unheard

Repeat chorus