Jenee Halstead: Listen
Dusty Rose
Jenee Halstead, Evan Brubaker
I had something I wanted to tell you
But the story of our love ended long ago
All the while I was pretending
That you never hurt me, no
That night you snuck in
With the smell of some other in your hair
And I knew right then you didn’t love me
And I knew you would never care
And your hair smelled like a lovely Dusty Rose
Oh, that lovely Dusty Rose
We saw her at the county fair
Her husband at her side and blossoms in her hair
And as she turned to go
I caught a scent of that Dusty Rose
And her hair smelled like a lovely Dusty Rose
Oh, that lovely Dusty Rose
Twenty-five years gone by
All the rumors I denied
Trying to keep my pride
Oh, you made a fool out of me
You never tried to hide it!
Now I lay you down
Six deep feet into the ground
Toss the dirt and your head
While I am the one here wishing for death
Cause you got off easy!
And what do I have to show?
But the shame of granting your last request
To be buried with a single Dusty Rose
So your hair could smell like a lovely Dusty Rose
Oh, that lovely Dusty Rose
Oh, that lovely Dusty Rose