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Rose in Paradise by Waylon Jenningsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Rose in Paradise by Waylon Jennings

     

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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...

He 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 fi-er 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 gardner left alone...

Now the banker is an old man... that mansion's crum-ble-ing down...

He sits all day and he stares at the garden... not a trace of her was
Ever found...

Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fi-er 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... 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...

Writer : HARRIS, STEWART/MC BRIDE, JIM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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