D C She was a flower for the takin'G D Her beauty cut just like a knife.D C He was a banker from Macon.G D He swore he'd love her all his life. [Verse 2]D C He bought her mansion up on a mountain,G D With a floral garden and alot of land.D C But paradise became her prisonG D That Georgia banker was a jealous man [Chorus]Bm G And Every time he talked about herContinúa después del anuncioBm G A You could see the fire in his eyes ...and he'd say...D C I would walk through hell on SundayG D To keep my rose in paradise [Verse 3] (same as verse 1) He hired a man to tend the garden And keep an eye on her while he was gone Some say they ran away together Some say that gardener left alone [Verse 4] (same as verse 1) Now that banker He's an old man That mansions crumblin' down He sits all day and stares at the garden Not a trace of her was ever found [Chorus]Bm G And Every time he talked about herBm G A You could see the fire in his eyes ...and he'd say...D C I would walk through hell on SundayG D To keep my rose in paradise [Verse 5] (same as verse 1) Now there's a rose out in the garden It's beauty cuts just like a knife Some say it even grows in the winter time and blooms in the dead of the night
Paradise Rose
Waylon Jennings
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