Intro: verse 1 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 his life. verse 2 He bought her a mansion on a mountain, With a floral garden and a lot of land. But paradise became her prison That Georgia banker was a jealous man Chorus And every time he talked about her You could see the fire in his eyes ...and he'd say... I would walk through hell on Sunday To keep my rose in paradise verse 3 He hired a man to tend the garden Keep an eye on her while he was gone Some say they ran away together Some say that gardener left alone verse 4 Now that banker is an old man That mansions crumblin' down He sits all day and stares at the garden Not a trace of her was ever found Chorus And every time he talked about her You could see the fire in his eyes ...and he'd say... I would walk through hell on Sunday To keep my rose in paradise Verse 5 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 Outro: X 4 and fade