| G | Cadd9 |
| We both lie silently still in the | dead of the night |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Although we | both lie close together we feel | miles apart inside |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Was it | something I said or | something I did |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Did my | words not come out | right |
| D | Cadd9 |
| Though I | tried not to hurt you though I | tried |
I guess that’s why they say
| G | Cadd9 |
| Every rose has its | thorn |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Just like | every night has its | dawn |
| G | D | Cadd9 | G |
| Just like | every | cowboy sings his | sad, sad | song |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Every rose has its | thorn |
Yeah it does
| G | Cadd9 |
| I | listen to our favorite song playing on the | radio |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Hear the | DJ say love’s a game of easy come and | easy go |
| G | Cadd9 |
| But I | wonder does | he know |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Has he | ever felt like | this |
| D |
| And I | know that you’d be here right now |
| Cadd9 |
| If I | could have let you know somehow I guess |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Every rose has its | thorn |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Just like | every night has its | dawn |
| G | D | Cadd9 | G |
| Just like | every | cowboy sings his | sad, sad | song |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Every rose has its | thorn |
| Em | D |
| Though its been a | while now I can |
| Cadd9 | G | D/F# |
| Sti | ll feel so much p | ain | |
| Em | D |
| Like a knife that c | uts you the wound heals |
| Cadd9 | G |
| But the scar, that scar rem | ains |
| G | Cadd9 | G | Cadd9 |
| Em | D | C | G | Em | D | C |
| | | | | | | |
| G | Cadd9 |
| I know I could have saved a love that night If I’d | known what to say |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Instead of makin’ love we both | made our separate ways |
| G | Cadd9 |
| And now I | hear you found somebo | dy new |
| G | Cadd9 |
| And | that I never meant that mu | ch to you |
| D |
| To he | ar that tears me up inside |
| Cadd9 |
| And to | see you cuts me like a knife |
I guess
| G | Cadd9 |
| Every rose has its | thorn |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Just like | every night has its | dawn |
| G | D | Cadd9 | G |
| Just like | every | cowboy sings his | sad, sad | song |
| G | Cadd9 |
| Every rose has its | thorn |