“Mama Liked The Roses” by Elvis Presley is a poignant and heartfelt song that pays tribute to the unconditional love of a mother. Released in 1970 as part of his album “Elvis Country (I’m 10,000 Years Old),” the song stands out for its emotional depth and sincerity.

In “Mama Liked The Roses,” Presley’s soulful vocals are accompanied by gentle acoustic guitar strums, creating an intimate and melancholic atmosphere. The lyrics tell the story of a man who visits his mother’s grave, bringing roses as a token of remembrance. As he lays the flowers down, he recalls his mother’s love for roses and reflects on the memories they shared together.

The song explores themes of loss, longing, and the enduring bond between a mother and her child. Presley’s emotive delivery captures the bittersweetness of the moment, evoking empathy and nostalgia in listeners. The simple yet profound lyrics resonate with anyone who has experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

“Mama Liked The Roses” showcases Presley’s versatility as an artist, demonstrating his ability to convey complex emotions through his music. While he was known for his energetic rock ‘n’ roll performances, this song highlights his skill as a storyteller and interpreter of heartfelt ballads.

Despite not being as commercially successful as some of his earlier hits, “Mama Liked The Roses” remains a beloved song among Elvis fans for its raw emotion and authenticity. It serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring impact of a mother’s love and the importance of cherishing cherished memories.

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Lyrics

Oh, mama liked the rosesshe grew them in the yardBut Winter always came aroundand made the growing way too hardOh, mama liked the rosesand when she had the timeShe’d decorate the living roomfor all us kids to see

When I hear the Sunday bellsringing in the morningI remember cryingwhen she used to sing

Oh, mama liked the rosesbut most of all she caredAbout the way we learned to liveAnd if we said our prayers

You know I kept the family bibleWith the rose that she saved insideIt was pressed between the pagesLike it had found a place to hide

Oh, mama liked the rosesin such a special wayWe bring them every Mother’s DayAnd put them on her graveOh, mama liked the roses

Mama liked the roses

Oh, mama liked the roses