Rose In Paradise (Duet With Willie Nelson)

She was a flower for the takin'

Her beauty cut just like a knife

He was a banker from Macon

Swore he'd love her all his life

Bought her a mansion on a mountain

With a formal garden and a lot a 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,

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 crum-ble-ing 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'd say, "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 that it even grows in the winter time

And blooms in the dead of the night