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[ar:Midday Sun]
[ti:Rose in Paradise]
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[00:00.00]Rose in Paradise - Midday Sun
[00:11.97]She was a flower for the takin'
[00:17.41]Her beauty cut just like a knife
[00:22.99]He was a banker from Macon
[00:28.23]He swore he'd love her all a his life
[00:33.81]He bought her a mansion on the mountain
[00:38.78]With a formal garden and a lot a land
[00:44.03]But paradise became her prison
[00:49.38]That Georgia banker was a jealous man
[00:55.07]Every time he'd talk about her
[01:00.02]You could see the fire in his eyes
[01:04.08]He'd say "I would walk through hell on Sunday
[01:10.99]To keep my rose in paradise"
[01:16.25]He hired a man to tend the garden
[01:21.31]And keep an eye on her while he was gone
[01:26.66]Some say they ran away together
[01:31.92]Some say that gardener left alone
[01:37.78]Now the banker is an old man
[01:42.78]That mansion's crumbling down
[01:48.32]He sits all day and he stares at the garden
[01:53.37]Not a trace of her was ever found
[01:59.01]Every time he'd talks about her
[02:03.71]You could see the fire in his eyes
[02:08.05]He'd say "I would walk through hell on Sunday
[02:15.17]To keep my rose in paradise"
[02:20.10]Now there's a rose out in the garden
[02:25.37]It's beauty cuts just like a knife
[02:30.85]They say that it even grows in the winter time
[02:36.02]And blooms in the dead of the night

文本歌词


Rose in Paradise - Midday Sun
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
Not a trace of her was ever found
Every time he'd talks 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"
Now there's a rose out in the garden
It's 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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