Kris:
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...
Patty:
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
Chorus (Both):
Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fire in his eyes...
Kris:
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
Patty:
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
(Chorus)
Kris:
Now there's a rose out in the garden
Its beauty cuts just like a knife.
Patty:
They say that it even grows in the winter time,
And blooms in the dead of the night...
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...
Patty:
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
Chorus (Both):
Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fire in his eyes...
Kris:
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
Patty:
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
(Chorus)
Kris:
Now there's a rose out in the garden
Its beauty cuts just like a knife.
Patty:
They say that it even grows in the winter time,
And blooms in the dead of the night...
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