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[Intro]  
D  C  G  D

[Verse]
D                        C       G                          D
She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knife
                         C      G                            D 
And he was a banker from Macon, he swore to love her all his life
                             C        G                                     D
He bought her a mansion on a mountain with a formal garden and a lot a land 
                        C       G                                      D
But paradise became her prison, that Georgia banker was a jealous man 

[Chorus]
Bm                     G         Bm                            G     A 
Every time he'd talk a-bout her, you could see the fire in his eyes
          D                             C      G                            D
He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday to keep my Rose in Paradise"

[Verse]
D                                   C   G                              D  
He hired a man to tend the garden, and keep an eye on her while he was gone
                                 C   G                                     D
Some say they ran away together, some say that gardener left alone 
                          C       G                            D
Now the banker is an old  man, and the mansion crumblin' down
                                  C         G                         D  
He sits all day and stares at the garden, not a trace of her was ever found

[Chorus]
Bm                     G         Bm                            G     A 
Every time he'd talk a-bout her, you could see the fire in his eyes
          D                             C      G                            D
He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday to keep my Rose in Paradise"

[Bridge]
D                                     C   G                              D
Now there's a rose out in the garden, its beauty cuts just like a knife 
                              C             G                                D 
They say it even grows in the winter time,  and blooms in the dead of the night

[Outro] (x2)
D C G D

            
            
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