Cactus and a Rose - Gary Stewart

Sitting up here in this New York townhouse

Decorated in grays and blues and everybody knows

Love won’t grow for a cactus and a rose

When that old wild streak beneath my skin

Sets my crazy spree again

They’ll all say I told you so

Love won’t grow for a cactus and a rose

'Cause I still like to drink my beer

And I still love a honky tonk

Where the good ole girls will always dance with you

When the high falootin' women won’t

And I’m locked into a way of life

I can’t give it up, I know it makes me sad

Love can’t be had for a cactus and a rose

It makes me sad

Love can’t be had for a cactus and a rose

Sometimes falling makes more sense

Than sitting in the middle of the same old fence

You’re gonna loose either way you go

And love won’t grow for a cactus and a rose

So I’m sitting up here in this New York townhouse

Decorated in grays and blues and everybody knows

Love won’t grow for a cactus and a rose

'Cause I still like to drink my beer

And I still love a honky tonk

Where the good ole girls will always dance with you

When the high falootin' women won’t

And I’m locked into a way of life

I can’t give it up, I know it makes me sad

Love can’t be had for a cactus and a rose

It makes me sad

Love can’t be had for a cactus and a rose