Вступление
Intro: D C G D
Verse 1
D C
She was a flower for the takin'
G D
Her beauty cut just like a knife.
D C
He was a banker from Macon.
G D
He swore he'd love her all his life.
Verse 2
D C
He bought her a mansion on a mountain,
G D
With a floral garden and a lot of land.
D C
But paradise became her prison
G D
That Georgia banker was a jealous man
Chorus
Bm G
And every time he talked about her
Bm G A
You could see the fire in his eyes
...and he'd say...
D C
I would walk through hell on Sunday
G D
To keep my rose in paradise
Verse 3
D C
He hired a man to tend the garden
G D
Keep an eye on her while he was gone
D C
Some say they ran away together
G D
Some say that gardener left alone
Verse 4
D C
Now that banker is an old man
G D
That mansions crumblin' down
D C
He sits all day and stares at the garden
G D
Not a trace of her was ever found
Chorus
Bm G
And every time he talked about her
Bm G A
You could see the fire in his eyes
...and he'd say...
D C
I would walk through hell on Sunday
G D
To keep my rose in paradise
Verse 5
D C
Now there's a rose out in the garden
G D
It's beauty cuts just like a knife
D C
Some say it even grows in the winter time
G D
And blooms in the dead of the night
Outro: D C G D X 4 and fade
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