Vídeo de música
Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Young
Vocals
Willie Nelson
Vocals
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Glenn Worf
Bass
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stewart Harris
Songwriter
Jim McBride
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Stroud
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
David Biondolilo
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Bryan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jake Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julian King
Recording Engineer
Rich Hanson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Letra
[Verse 1]
She was a flower for the taking
Her beauty cut just like a knife
And he was a banker from Macon
He swore to love her all his life
[Verse 2]
He bought her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal garden and a lot of land
But paradise became her prison
That Georgia banker was a jealous man
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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, the gardener left alone
[Verse 5]
Now the banker is an old man
And the mansion's crumbling down
He sits all day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found
[Verse 6]
And every time he'd talk 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
[Verse 7]
Now there's a rose out in the garden
It's beauty cuts just like a knife
They say it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the night
Written by: Jim McBride, Stewart Harris