The Rolling Stones & Brad Paisley – Dead Flowers (live at Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia) Lyrics

Dead Flowers (live at Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia) Lyrics

One, two, three, four

Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well, I hope you don't see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone

Take me down, little Susie, won't you take me down?
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave (your turn)

Well, when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down, little Susie, won't you take me down?
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
You can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave (wait, what)

Take me down, little Susie, won't you take me down?
Hey, I know you think you're the queen of the underground
Hey, and you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave (alright, Brad)

Take me down, little Susie, won't you take me down?
Hey, I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can, send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the US mail
Send me dead flowers, my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Oh, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Brad Paisley

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