SHE WAS A FLOWER
FOR THE TAKING
HER BEAUTY CUT
JUST LIKE A KNIFE
HE WAS A BANKER
FROM MACON
SWORE TO LOVE HER
ALL HIS LIFE
HE BOUGHT HER
A MANSION
ON A MOUNTAIN
WITH A FORMAL GARDEN
AND A LOTTA 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
TO 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
CRUMBLIN' DOWN
HE SITS ALL DAY AND
STARES AT THE GARDEN
NOT A TRACE OF HER
WAS EVER FOUND
EVERY TIME
HE TALKS ABOUT HER
YOU CAN 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
IT EVEN GROWS
IN THE WINTERTIME
AND BLOOMS IN
THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT