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Waylon Jennings
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Rose in Paradise
作词:S Harris, J Mcbride
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 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
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