PENELOPE ROSE

Some men are cowards and some men are brave

Some share their secrets, some take them to their grave

Some walk in sunlight, some hide in shadows

But they all love Penelope Rose

He came from Baton Rouge working on a case

A law man, a good man, who lived for the chase

A picture of a woman in a red cotton dress

Had been a dead man’s last caress

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He stared at that picture and drunk it in like gin

She had the eyes that could make a good man sin

He’d memorize that woman from her head to her toes

And he’d dream about Penelope Rose

For 10 lonely years he’s worked homicide

Turning his back would be justified

But he’s tangled in a web of cases he can’t close

All tied to Penelope Rose

They call her the woman with the rose tattoo

In New Orleans she goes by Penny LaRue

He’d know her anywhere, any name, any clothes

He’ll find his Penelope Rose

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