Paradise Rose

[D]She was a flower for the t[C]akin'
[G]Her beauty cut just like a [D]knife.
[D]He was a banker from[C] Macon.
[G]He swore he'd love her all his [D]life.

[D]He bought her mansion up on a [C]mountain,
[G]With a floral garden and alot of [D]land.
[D]But paradise became her [C]prison
[G]That Georgia banker was a jealous man[D]

[Bm]And Every time he talked [G]about her
[Bm]You could see the fire in his[G] eyes[A]

...and he'd say...

[D]I would walk through hell on [C]Sunday
[G]To keep my rose in paradise[D]

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

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

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

I like to repeat the chorus again at the end, but Waylon doesn't do it this a way. Enjoy.

~Felmer Fud~