Verse 1
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She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knife...
F G C
He was a banker from Macon, he swore he'd love her all a his life...
Verse 2
F
G C
He bought her a mansion on the mountain, with a formal garden and a lot
a land...
F G C
But paradise became her prison, that Georgia banker was a jealous man!
Chorus:
F C
Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fi-er in his eyes...
He'd say,
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"I would walk through Hell on Sunday, to keep my Rose in Paradise...
Verse 3
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 gardner left alone...
Verse 4
Now the banker is an old man... that mansion's tum-ble-ing down...
He sits all day and he stares at the garden... not a trace of her was
ever found...
(Chorus)
Verse 5
Now there's a rose out in the garden... its beauty cuts just like a
knife...
They say that it even grows in the winter time... and blooms in the dead
of the night...
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