Letra de Rose In Paradise - Waylon Jennings

She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knife...
He was a banker from Macon, he swore he'd love her all a his life...

He bought her a mansion on the mountain,
with a formal garden and a lot a land...

But paradise became her prison, that Georgia banker was a jealous man!

Chorus:
Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fi-er in his eyes...
He'd say,
"I would walk through Hell on Sunday, to keep my Rose in Paradise...

He hired a man to tend the garden,
and keep an eye on her while he was gone..
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Some say they ran away together... Some say that gardner left alone...

Now the banker is an old man... that mansion's crum-ble-ing down...

He sits all day and he stares at the garden... not a trace of her was
ever found...

(Chorus)

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...