Every Rose Has It's Thorn Tabulatur von Poison

Intro: F#, B

 Verse 1:

      F#                              B
 We both lie silently still, in the dead of the night.
              F#                                B
 Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside.
          F#                    B 
 Was it something I said, or something I did,
         F#               B
did my words not come out right?
         C#                              B
Though I tried not to hurt you, though I tried, but I guess that's why they say

Chorus

F#                  B
Every rose has its thorn.
           F#                  B
Just like every night has its dawn.
           F#      C#             B       F#
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.
 F#                   B
Every rose has its thorn.

Solo: F# and B several times

Verse 2:

F#                                            B
Listen to our favorite song, playing on the radio.
         F#                                    B 
Well the DJ says love's a game of easy come and  easy go.
       F#              B         F#                B
But I wonder, does he know, has he ever felt like this.
        C#                                  B
Well I know that you'd be here right now if I

coulda let you know somehow, I guess


(Chorus)


  Ebm                 C#               B                 F#
Though it's been awhile now, I can still feel so much pain.
 Ebm                 C#                    B                        F#   
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains

Solo Part:
F#, B, F#, B, Ebm, C#, B, F#, Ebm, C#, B, B, F#

 Slow strums: F#, B

Verse 3:

   F#                                            B 
I know I coulda saved our love that night if I'd     known what to say.
F#                               B  
  Instead of making love we both  made our separate ways.
             F#                   B          F#                       
 And now I hear you've found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you.
     C#                                  B
 To hear that tears me up inside, and to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess

  (Chorus)