Rose In Paradise - Single Version

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 a his life
 Bought her a mansion on the mountain
 With a formal garden and a lot a 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 that gardener left alone
 Now the banker is an old man
 That mansion's crumbling down
 He sits all day and he stares at the garden
 Not a trace of her was ever found
 Every time he'd talks about her
 You could see the fire in his eyes
 He says, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
 To keep my rose in paradise"
 Now there's a rose out in the garden
 Its beauty cuts just like a knife
 They say that it even grows in the winter time
 And blooms in the dead of the night