Waylon Jennings - Rose In Paradise
Capo 1
[D] [C] [G] [D]
[D]She was a flower for the [C]takin'[G]
Her beauty cut just like a [D]knife
He was a banker from [C]Macon [G]
He swore he'd love her all a his [D]life.
[D]He bought her a mansion on the [C]mountain[G]
With a formal garden and a lot a [D]land
But paradise became her [C]prison [G]
That Georgia banker was a jealous [D]man.
Chorus:
[Bm]Every time he'd talk a[G]bout her [Bm]
You could see the fire in his [G]eye[A]s
He'd say[D], I would walk through Hell on [C]Sunday[G]
To keep my Rose in Parad[D]ise.
[D]He hired a man to tend the [C]garden[G]
Keep an eye on her while he was [D]gone
Some say they ran away to[C]gether [G]
Some say that gardener left [D]alone.
[D]Now the banker is an [C]old man[G]
That mansion's tumbleing [D]down
He sits all day and he stares at the [C]garden[G]
Not a trace of her was ever [D]found.
Chorus2:
[Bm]Every time he talks a[G]bout her [Bm]
You can see the fire in his [G]eye[A]s
He says[D], I would walk through Hell on [C]Sunday[G]
To keep my Rose in Para[D]dise.
[D]Now there's a rose out in the [C]garden [G]
Its beauty cuts just like a [D]knife
They say that it even grows in the [C]winter-time[G]
And blooms in the dead of the [D]night.
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Capo 1
[D] [C] [G] [D]
[D]She was a flower for the [C]takin'[G]
Her beauty cut just like a [D]knife
He was a banker from [C]Macon [G]
He swore he'd love her all a his [D]life.
[D]He bought her a mansion on the [C]mountain[G]
With a formal garden and a lot a [D]land
But paradise became her [C]prison [G]
That Georgia banker was a jealous [D]man.
Chorus:
[Bm]Every time he'd talk a[G]bout her [Bm]
You could see the fire in his [G]eye[A]s
He'd say[D], I would walk through Hell on [C]Sunday[G]
To keep my Rose in Parad[D]ise.
[D]He hired a man to tend the [C]garden[G]
Keep an eye on her while he was [D]gone
Some say they ran away to[C]gether [G]
Some say that gardener left [D]alone.
[D]Now the banker is an [C]old man[G]
That mansion's tumbleing [D]down
He sits all day and he stares at the [C]garden[G]
Not a trace of her was ever [D]found.
Chorus2:
[Bm]Every time he talks a[G]bout her [Bm]
You can see the fire in his [G]eye[A]s
He says[D], I would walk through Hell on [C]Sunday[G]
To keep my Rose in Para[D]dise.
[D]Now there's a rose out in the [C]garden [G]
Its beauty cuts just like a [D]knife
They say that it even grows in the [C]winter-time[G]
And blooms in the dead of the [D]night.
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