Waylon Jennings - Rose in Paradise 1989

Waylon Jennings Rose in Paradise Live Perfomance 1989 Waylon Jennings Rose in Paradise Lyrics 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 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! 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, And 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 crumbling down He sits all day and he stares at the garden