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Bramble Rose - Tift Merritt
Written by：Tift Merritt
The ungrateful few
Who tangle inside
Don't care
Where they're born
They're growin' up
Wild
The rain makes me thirsty
And fightin' to go
My mind turns determined
Dark as a storm
So my love has
Grown as sharp as
A bramble rose
Like a real
Good
Woman
Nobody knows
I get so ashamed
For makin' you blue
Come back
To this porch
To make it all
Up to you
The rain's got me thirsty
Falling wasteful
And slow
I'm restless enough
I'm so scared to go
So my love has
Turned as hard as
A bramble rose
I'm a real
Good
Woman
Nobody knows
Do you think I'll be happy
Out on the wind
Do you think I'll get halfway
For it's rainin' again
Will I find
That I'm true
When it's hardest to be
Or will the notions I follow
Have all turned on me
Once my love has
Blown as far as
A bramble rose
Just a real
Good
Woman
Nobody knows
