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