Rose In Paradise Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She was a flounder for the takin'
Her beauty cut just like a knife
He was a banker from Macon
Swore, he's love her all his life
He bought her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal garden and a lot of land
But paradise became her prison
Well that Georgia banker was a jealous man

[Chorus]
And every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
And he'd say, "Well I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

[Verse 2]
He hired a man to tend the garden
To keep an eye on her while he was gone
Some say they ran away together
Some say that Gardner left alone
Now that banker is an old man
Well that mansion's crumblin' down
He sits all day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found

[Chorus]
And every time he talks about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
And he'd say, "Well I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

[Bridge]
Now there's a rose out in the garden
Well its beauty cuts just like a knife
Some say it even grows in the winter time
And it blooms in the dead of the night

[Chorus]
Well every time he talks about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
And he'd say, "Well I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

[Outro]
Well I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise

[HIDDEN SONG]

[Verse 1]
Turned on the radio to see what's on
And all they're playin' is some faggot country songs
Whatever happened to the hard rockin' stuff?
The shit they play these days, man it ain't worth a f*ck
They don't play Willie, hell they don't play Merle
These new radio heads ain't ever heard of Steve Earle
What's that you said? Waylon who?
One thing's for sure, we need an outlaw group

[Chorus]
Well it's time for somethin' new
It's time to get the radio into an outlaw groove
It's time to dip into the past
Time to listen to a little Johnny Cash Sick and tired of the shit they play
Play us some Jack Ingram and keep your Billy Ray

[Verse 2]
Well all they're playin' is the top 40 songs
If it was up to me, we wouldn't play the first one
Whatever happened to David Allan Coe?
A little Hank Jr's alway good for your soul
They don't play no Johnny Paycheck
They don't play no Jerry Jeff
Never heard of Robert Earl Keen
They're too busy playin' f*ckin' Kenny Chesney

[Chorus]
Well it's time for somethin' new
It's time to get the radio into an outlaw groove
It's time to dip into the past
Start listenin' to a little Johnny Cash
Sick and tired of the shit they play
Play us some Robert Earl and keep your Billy Ray

[Verse 2]
These disc jockeys don't know good from bad
They wouldn't know a good song if it bit 'em in the ass
They've never heard of "All My Rowdy Friends"
All they think about is f*ckin' Faith and Tim
They don't play "Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound"
They're burnin' country music to the ground
They've never heard of ol' George Jones
Or the time he got drunk and drove his lawn mower home

[Chorus]
Well it's time for somethin' new
It's time to get the radio into an outlaw groove
It's time to dip into the past
Start listenin' to a little Johnny Cash
Sick and tired of the shit they play
Play us some Willie Nelson and keep your Billy Ray

[Verse 3]
Well this'll never be a commercial country hit
But guess what, I don't give two shits
I don't care if you like this song
Because I'm climbin' to the top of the outlaw throne
It's time for a change
It's time to get your head out of the rain
Stop listenin' to that crap
I'd rather listen to Nelly do some [?] rap

[Chorus]
'Cause it's time for somethin' new
It's time to get the radio into an outlaw groove
It's time to dip into the past
Start listenin' to a little Johnny Cash
Sick and tired of the shit they play
Play us some Waylon Jennings and keep your Billy Ray

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