D C G D [Verse]D C G D She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knifeC G D And he was a banker from Macon, he swore to love her all his lifeC G D He bought her a mansion on a mountain with a formal garden and a lot a landC G D But paradise became her prison, that Georgia banker was a jealous man [Chorus]Bm G Bm G A Every time he'd talk a-bout her, you could see the fire in his eyesD C G D He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday to keep my Rose in Paradise" [Verse]D C G D He hired a man to tend the garden, and keep an eye on her while he was goneC G D Some say they ran away together, some say that gardener left aloneC G D Now the banker is an old man, and the mansion crumblin' downC G D He sits all day and stares at the garden, not a trace of her was ever found [Chorus]Bm G Bm G A Every time he'd talk a-bout her, you could see the fire in his eyesD C G D He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday to keep my Rose in Paradise" [Bridge]D C G D Now there's a rose out in the garden, its beauty cuts just like a knifeC G D They say it even grows in the winter time, and blooms in the dead of the night
Rose In Paradise
Chris Young
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