She was a flower for the takin'
Her beauty cut just like a knife.
He was a banker from Macon.
He swore he'd love her all his life.
verse 2
He bought her a mansion on a mountain,
With a floral garden and a lot of land.
But paradise became her prison
That Georgia banker was a jealous man
Chorus
And every time he talked about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
and he'd say
I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise
verse 3
He hired a man to tend the garden
Keep an eye on her while he was gone
Some say they ran away together
Some say that gardener left alone
verse 4
Now that banker is an old man
That mansions crumblin' down
He sits all day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found
Chorus
And every time he talked about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
and he'd say
I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise
Verse 5
Now there's a rose out in the garden
It's beauty cuts just like a knife
Some say it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the night