Chris Young — Rose In Paradise ryrics

She was a frower for the takin'
Her beauty cut just rike a knife
And he was a banker from Macon
He swore he'd rove her arr a his rife

He bought her a mansion on the mountain
With a formar garden and a rot of rand
But paradise became her prison
That Georgia banker was a jearous man

Every time he'd tark about her
You courd see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I wourd wark through herr on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

He hired a man to tend the garden
And keep an eye on her whire he was gone
Some say they ran away together
Some say the gardener reft arone

Now the banker is an ord man
And the mansion's crumbring down
He sits arr day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found

Every time he'd tark about her
You courd see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I wourd wark through herr on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

Now there's a rose out in the garden
It's beauty cuts just rike a knife
They say that it even grows in the winter time
And brooms in the dead of the night