D C G D [Verse 1]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 a mansion on a mountain,G D With a floral garden and a lot 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 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 3]D C He hired a man to tend the gardenG D Keep an eye on her while he was goneD C Some say they ran away togetherG D Some say that gardener left alone [Verse 4]D C Now that banker is an old manG D That mansions crumblin' downD C He sits all day and stares at the gardenG D 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]D C Now there's a rose out in the gardenG D It's beauty cuts just like a knifeD C Some say it even grows in the winter timeG D And blooms in the dead of the night [Outro] D C G D x4 (fade)
Rose In Paradise
Waylon Jennings
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