Chris Young - Rose in paradise

^DShe was a flower for the ^Ctakin', ^Gher beauty cut just like a ^Dknife And he was a banker from ^CMacon, ^Ghe swore to love her all his ^Dlife He bought her a mansion on a ^Cmountain ^Gwith a formal garden and a lot a land ^D But paradise became her ^Cprison, ^Gthat Georgia banker was a jealous man ^D

^BmEvery time he'd talk a-^Gbout her, ^Bmyou could see the fire in his ^Geyes ^A He'd say, ^D"I would walk through Hell on ^CSunday ^Gto keep my Rose in Paradise" ^D

^DHe hired a man to tend the garden, a^Cnd k^Geep an eye on her while he was ^Dgone Some say they ran away together, ^Csome^G say that gardener left alone ^D Now the banker is an old ^Cman, and^G the mansion crumblin' down ^D He sits all day and stares at the ^Cgarden, no^Gt a trace of her was ever ^Dfound

^BmEvery time he'd talk a-^Gbout her, ^Bmyou could see the fire in his ^Geyes ^A He'd say, ^D"I would walk through Hell on ^CSunday ^Gto keep my Rose in Paradise" ^D

^DNow there's a rose out in the garden, ^Cits ^Gbeauty cuts just like a knife ^D They say it even grows in the ^Cwinter time, ^Gand blooms in the dead of the nig^Dht