Black Rose - Mark Chesnutt

Way down in Virginia

Amongst the tall grown sugarcane

Lived a simple man and a Dominecker hen

And a rose of a different name

Well the first time I felt lightening

I was standing in drizzling rain

With a trembling hand and a bottle of Gin

And a rose of a different name

Well the devil made me do it the first time

The second time I done it on my own

Lord put a handle on a simple headed man

Help me leave that black rose alone

When the devil made that woman

Lord he threw the pattern away

Yeah she were built for speed

with the tools you need

To make a new fool everyday

Way down deep and dirty

On the darkest side of shame

I caught a cane cuttin' man doin' it again

With a rose of a different name

Well the devil made me do it the first time

The second time I done it on my own

Lord put a handle on a simple headed man

Help me leave that black rose alone

Well the devil made me do it the first time

The second time I done it on my own

Lord put a handle on a simple headed man

Help me leave that black rose alone