a young girl when she left her mom and dad
Went out to see the world and
get the things she never had
some good times gone bad for my road
Trying hard to make ends meet
She's cleaning coffee pots
And she's got blisters on her feet
But when the whole world's
She's always sweet, she's my road
God bless that wo man with her pancakes,
Aside for sore eyes and them
blue tight -fitting jeans
Oh, she's my old house rose
I know I never said a word, but
She's my rose, she's my rose,
She's got a box painted with angels of gold
Fill up with tips from all the beers she's shot,
but her dream will never grow cold
God bless that wo man with her pancakes,
Aside for sore eyes and them
blue tight -fitting jeans
Yeah, she's my roadhouse rose
I know I've never said a word
If I was her I'd probably given up by now
So come on ladies and gentlemen
I know I never said a word, but