Intro.: | (D) | (C) | (G) | (D) | (D) She was a flower for the (C)takin', (G) her beauty cut just like a (D)knife And he was a banker from (C)Macon, (G) he swore to love her all his (D)life He bought her a mansion on a (C)mountain (G) with a formal garden and a lot a land (D) But paradise became her (C)prison, (G) that Georgia banker was a jealous man (D) (Chorus) (Bm) Every time he'd talk a-(G)bout her, (Bm) you could see the fire in his (G)eyes (A) He'd say, (D) "I would walk through Hell on (C)Sunday (G) to keep my Rose in Paradise" (D) (D) He hired a man to tend the garden, (C) (G) and keep an eye on her while he was (D)gone Some say they ran away together, (C) (G) some say that gardener left alone (D) Now the banker is an old (C) man, (G) and the mansion crumblin' (D)down He sits all day and stares at the (C)garden, (G) not a trace of her was (D)ever found (Chorus) (Bm) Every time he'd talk a-(G)bout her, (Bm) you could see the fire in his (G)eyes (A) He'd say, (D) "I would walk through Hell on (C)Sunday (G) to keep my Rose in Paradise" (D) (D) Now there's a rose out in the garden, (C) (G) its beauty cuts just like a knife (D) They say it even grows in the (C)winter time, (G) and blooms in the dead of the (D)night Outro.: | (D) | (C) | (G) | (D) | --- repeat times to fade