_Out Pick’n Flowers_ Early morning rising She’s still fast asleep I slip on these old boots Quiet as I can creep Out past the fence line Where the wild ones grow Chorus Out to pick her some flowers Before the day gets through Ain’t got much, but these old shoes And you Roses are red, violets are blue But they all smell sweeter with I love you Red to rosa, violets without blues No sad stuff, no blues, just me and you Dew still on the clover Sun just breakin’ through Found some purple ones and yellow A handful of soft blue too No perfect dozen needed Just whatever the good Lord grew Chorus Out to pick her some flowers Before the day gets through Ain’t got much, but these old shoes And you Roses are red, violets are blue But they all smell sweeter with I love you Red to rosa, violets without blues No sad stuff, no blues, just me and you Coffee’s already brewing On the kitchen sill Mason jar for a vase Breakfast waitin’ still I set ‘em by her bedside And whisper “I love you” real quiet and true Chorus Roses are red, violets are blue They all smell sweeter with I love you Every color leads back to you Hold that bouquet, let it be true They all smell sweeter with I love you Outro Early morning hours Got me out pickin’ flowers Yeah, out pickin’ flowers For you
