Two Dozen Roses and an Old Bottle of Wine

[Verse 1]
If I had two dozen roses
And an old bottle of wine
I’d be knockin’ on your front door
Standin’ tall in that porch light
But I’m just sittin’ at this table
Watchin’ dust float in the air
Staring at this faded label
In your empty kitchen chair
[Chorus]
If I had two dozen roses and an old bottle of wine
Would you let me cross that line one more time
Would you smile like you used to, say “come on in, it’s fine”
If I had two dozen roses and an old bottle of wine
Would you be mine
One more night
[Verse 2]
There’s a picture on the counter
You in my torn work shirt
I remember every promise
Every joke that turned to hurt
I keep runnin’ through the moments
Where I should’ve held your hand
Now I’m holdin’ this cork tighter
Than I ever held my plans
[Chorus]
If I had two dozen roses and an old bottle of wine
Would you let me cross that line one more time
Would you laugh at my stories, say “boy, you still ain’t right”
If I had two dozen roses and an old bottle of wine
Would you be mine
One more night
[Bridge]
Maybe flowers can’t fix
What a hard head broke
Maybe every “I’m sorry”
Is just catchin’ in my throat
But if wishes grew like vines
Up your window, up your wall
I’d be standin’ in your driveway
Just to hear you call
[Chorus]
If I had two dozen roses and an old bottle of wine
Would you let me cross that line one more time
Would you open that door, say “I’ve been changin’ my mind”
If I had two dozen roses and an old bottle of wine
Would you be mine
Just one more time

country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, gentle swung drums, brushes on snare, and mellow bass. Verses stay sparse with picked acoustic guitar and soft organ pad; chorus adds steel guitar swells, stacked harmonies, and a slightly wider drum groove. Energy builds subtly into a final, more emotional chorus and fades on a tender acoustic outro.