Roadhouse Rose

She was just a young girl when she left her Mom and Dad Went out to see the world and get the things she never had A couple of wrong turns, Some good times gone bad for my Road House Rose, for my Road House Rose Now she's waiting tables, trying hard to make ends meet She's cleaning coffee pots and she's got blisters on her feet But when the home girls on the back she's always sweet, Shes my Roadhouse Rose. God bless that woman with her pancakes, coffee beans A sight for sore eyes in them blue tight fitting jeans She's my queen Oh she's my Roadhouse Rose, she is my Roadhouse Rose I know i never said a word but Lord i hope she knows, Shes my rose, shes's my rose, Roadhouse Rose. She's got a box painted with angels, all gold Filled up with tips from all the beer and shots she sold Started saving long ago but her dream will never grow cold For my Roadhouse Rose God bless that woman with her pancakes, coffee beans A sight for sore eyes in them blue tight fitting jeans She's my queen Oh she's my Roadhouse Rose, she is my Roadhouse Rose I know i never said a word but Lord i hope she knows, Shes my Roadhouse Rose. If i was her, i'd probably given up by now But through all these years she's kept her dream alive somehow So come on now Ladies & Gentlemen, let's all take a bow For my Roadhouse Rose, For my Roadhouse Rose, For my Roadhouse Rose Yeah, For my Roadhouse Rose I know i never said a word but Lord i hope she knows, Shes my Roadhouse Rose. Shes my Roadhouse Rose.