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[Verse 1]
I stepped into a barroom
On a cold and windy evening
Saw a man there sittin' at a stool
He sat there lookin' sorry
With a big bouquet of flowers
Liquored up and smokin' like a fool

[Verse 2]
So I looked at him, he looked at me
And I said, "How 'bout the weather?"
He said, "You know, pal, that ain't what's on my mind
I made a big mistake again
So, just for now, I will pretend
She ain't mad at home 'til closin' time"

[Chorus]
So, I'm bringin' home the roses
In a pretty colored paper
Like I've done so many times before
'Cause honesty ain't never done
This old boy any favors
Flowers might just get me through the door

[Verse 3]
I've always been the kind of man
Who learned from his experience
And this time, I just took him at his word
Thought about my wife at home
Just sittin' sad and all alone
And I know that ain't what my sweet gal deserves

[Verse 4]
So I called her up near closin' time
To tell her just what's on my mind
And I'd be comin' home after two
But judgin' by her pitchy tone
And her screamin' on the telephone
I might need those flowers more than you

[Chorus]
So I'm bringin' home the roses
In the pretty colored paper
Like I never had to do before
'Cause honesty ain't never done
This old boy any favors
Flowers just might get me through the door
And flowers just might get me through the door

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