Roadhouse Rose Songtext
von Ulf Nilsson

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.