{t:Roses Are Red}
{st:Bobby Vinton (1962)}
{key: C}
{capo: 5}
{c:The original is in F (capo 5)}
{c:verse 1}
A long, long [G7]time ago,
On gradu-[C]ation day,
You handed [Dm]me your book,
[G7] I signed this [C]way.
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[C7]Roses are [F]red, my love,
Violets are [C]blue.
Sugar is [F]sweet, my love,
But [G7]not as sweet as [C]you.
{eoc}
{c:verse 2}
[NC]We dated [G7]through high school,
And when the [C]big day came.
I wrote in-[Dm]to your book,
[G7] Next to my [C]name.
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[C7]Roses are [F]red, my love,
Violets are [C]blue.
Sugar is [F]sweet, my love,
But [G7]not as sweet as [C]you. (As sweet as you.)
{eoc}
{c:bridge}
[F] Then I went [G]far a-[G7]way,
And [C]you found someone [C7]new.
[F] I read your [G7]letter dear,
And [C]I wrote [F7]back to [G7]you.
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[C7]Roses are [F]red, my love,
Violets are [C]blue, [Am]
Sugar is [F]sweet, my love,
Good [G7]luck, may God bless [C]you. (May God bless you.)
{eoc}
{c:verse 3}
[NC]Is that your [G7]little girl?
She looks a [C]lot like you.
Someday some [Dm]boy will write.
[G7] In her book, [C]too.
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[C7]Roses are [F]red, my love,
Violets are [C]blue.
Sugar is [F]sweet, my love,
{c:slow}
But [G7]↓not as [G7]↓sweet as [C]↓you. (Roses are red.)
{eoc}
