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DShe was a flower for the tCakin'
GHer beauty cut just like a Dknife.
DHe was a banker from CMacon.
GHe swore he'd love her all his Dlife.
DHe bought her a mansion on a mouCntain,
GWith a floral garden and a lot of Dland.
DBut paradise became her Cprison
GThat Georgia banker was a jealous Dman
BmAnd every time he talked Gabout her
BmYou could see the fire in hisG eyesA
...and he'd say...
DI would walk through hell on CSunday
GTo keep my rose in paradiseD
DHe hired a man to tend the gCarden
GKeep an eye on her while he was gonDe
DSome say they ran away toCgether
GSome say that gardener left alDone
DNow that banker is an Cold man
GThat mansions crumblin' dDown
DHe sits all day and stares at the gaCrden
GNot a trace of her was ever foDund
BmAnd every time he talked Gabout her
BmYou could see the fire in hisG eyesA
...and he'd say...
DI would walk through hell on CSunday
GTo keep my rose in paradiseD
DNow there's a rose out in the gaCrden
GIt's beauty cuts just like a kDnife
DSome say it even grows in the winter tCime
GAnd blooms in the dead of the nDight
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