[INTRO]
[A] [E] [A]
[VERSE 1]
[A]Pappa brought flowers for [D]momma to[A]day
And all the grown children, but it's [B7]not mother's [E7]day
I [A]don't have no money, not [D]even a [A]dime
But I brought momma flowers, like I [E]have all the [A]time
[VERSE 2]
Every [A]day I'd pick flowers from [D]this perrty [A]hill
A small bunch of daisies and a [B7]few daffo[E7]dils
I'd [A]bring them to momma at the [D]end of the [A]day
And say "Flowers for momma, here's [E]momma's bou[A]quet"
[VERSE 3]
They'd [A]brighten her face and she'd [D]hold me [A]close
She'd say they were more precious than a [B7]beautiful [E7]rose
She [A]wore a smile sweeter than [D]millions of [A]flowers
A smile that I'll carry through [E]life's darkest [A]hours
[VERSE 4]
Now [A]momma was layin' there, [D]yes, they tell me she passed away
And [A]she was surrounded by flowers that out[E7]shined my bouquet
[A] I know mine aren't fancy, but [D]still, all the while,
They were [A]placed in her hand and I [E]know I saw momma [A]smile
[VERSE 5]
[D]Flowers for momma, I [A]picked them today
Not very much, just a [B7]simple bou[E7]quet
No, [A]mom wasn't fancy, but [D]up there a[A]bove
She's the perrtiest flower in God's [E]garden of [A]love
[A] [E] [A]
[VERSE 1]
[A]Pappa brought flowers for [D]momma to[A]day
And all the grown children, but it's [B7]not mother's [E7]day
I [A]don't have no money, not [D]even a [A]dime
But I brought momma flowers, like I [E]have all the [A]time
[VERSE 2]
Every [A]day I'd pick flowers from [D]this perrty [A]hill
A small bunch of daisies and a [B7]few daffo[E7]dils
I'd [A]bring them to momma at the [D]end of the [A]day
And say "Flowers for momma, here's [E]momma's bou[A]quet"
[VERSE 3]
They'd [A]brighten her face and she'd [D]hold me [A]close
She'd say they were more precious than a [B7]beautiful [E7]rose
She [A]wore a smile sweeter than [D]millions of [A]flowers
A smile that I'll carry through [E]life's darkest [A]hours
[VERSE 4]
Now [A]momma was layin' there, [D]yes, they tell me she passed away
And [A]she was surrounded by flowers that out[E7]shined my bouquet
[A] I know mine aren't fancy, but [D]still, all the while,
They were [A]placed in her hand and I [E]know I saw momma [A]smile
[VERSE 5]
[D]Flowers for momma, I [A]picked them today
Not very much, just a [B7]simple bou[E7]quet
No, [A]mom wasn't fancy, but [D]up there a[A]bove
She's the perrtiest flower in God's [E]garden of [A]love
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