Waylon Jennings

^C She was a flower for the ^F takin' ^G , her beauty cut just like a ^C knife...
He was a banker from Ma ^F con, ^G he swore he'd love her all a his ^C life...
Verse 2
^G He bought her a mansion on the hill ^C side, with a formal garden and a lot
a land...
But paradise became her ^F prison ^G , that Georgia banker was a jealous ^C man!
Chorus:
^F Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fi-er in his ^C eyes...
He'd say,
"I would walk through Hell on ^F Sunday, ^G to keep my Rose in Para ^C dise...
Verse 3
He hired a man to tend the garden, and keep an eye on things 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...
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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...