(feat. Willie Nelson)
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She was a flower for the takin'
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Her beauty cut just like a knife
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And he was a banker from Macon
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He swore he'd love her all a his life
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He bought her a mansion on the mountain
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With a formal garden and a lot of land
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But paradise became her prison
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That Georgia banker was a jealous man
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Every time he'd talk about her
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You could see the fire in his eyes
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He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
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To keep my rose in paradise"
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He hired a man to tend the garden
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And keep an eye on her while he was gone
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Some say they ran away together
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Some say the gardener left alone
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Now the banker is an old man
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And the mansion's crumbling down
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He sits all day and stares at the garden
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Not a trace of her was ever found
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Every time he'd talk about her
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You could see the fire in his eyes
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He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
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To keep my rose in paradise"
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Now there's a rose out in the garden
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It's beauty cuts just like a knife
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They say that it even grows in the winter time
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And blooms in the dead of the night
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Rose In Paradise
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Chris Young |