Rosemary Moore Songtext
von Joan Baez

Take out your hearing aid, let's go for a drink,
You won't have to hear about what I might think,
If he didn't die happy, least he didn't die poor,
You're still kinda pretty, Mrs. Rosemary Moore,
What are you still crying for? I think you're free now,
Rosemary Moore.


Funeral wasted your tears, you cared and cried all of these years,
Everyone believes this is terribly bad, Rosey you don't have to play sad.
Put on a pretty dress and go out on the town,
You'll dance a lot better without him weighing you down,
Rosey I've got your car keys if you can still find the door,
You can drive if you want to, Mrs. Rosemary Moore,
Stop leaving tears on the floor. You're alone now,
Rosemary Moore.

Cheap cigarettes and coffee and cards, yard sales and broken down cars,
Everyone believes this is terribly bad, Rosey you don't have to play sad.
Fiddle solo over verse chords
Take out your hearing aid, let's go for a drink,
You won't have to hear about what I might think,
If he didn't die happy, least he didn't die poor,
You're still kinda pretty, Mrs. Rosemary Moore,
Stop leaving tears on the floor. Think you're free now,
Rosemary Moore.