C
F
She was a flower for the taking
G7
C
Her beauty cut just like a knife
F
He was a banker from Macon
G7
C
He swore he’d love her all his life
F
He bought her a mansion on the hillside
C
With a formal garden and a lot a land
F
But paradise became her prison
G7
C
That Georgia banker was a jealous man
F
Every time he’d talk about her
C
G7
You could see the fire in his eyes
C
F
He’d say I would walk through Hell on Sunday
G7
C
To keep my Rose in Paradise
F
He hired a man to tend the garden
G7
C
And keep an eye on things while he was gone
F
Some say they ran away together
G7
C
Some say that gardener left alone
F
Now the banker is an old man
G7
C
That mansion’s tumbling down
F
He sits all day and he stares at the garden
G7
C
Not a trace of her was ever found
F
Every time he’d talk about her
C
G7
You could see the fire in his eyes
C
F
He’d say I would walk through Hell on Sunday
G7
C
To keep my Rose in Paradise
F
Now there’s a rose out in the garden
G7
C
Its beauty cuts just like a knife
F
They say that it even grows in the winter time
G7
C
And blooms in the dead of the night