Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Chris Young
Вокал
Willie Nelson
Вокал
Brent Mason
Электрогитара
Aubrey Haynie
Фидель
Biff Watson
Акустическая гитара
Paul Franklin
Стил-гитара
Glenn Worf
Бас
Steve Nathan
Клавишные инструменты
Wes Hightower
Бэк-вокал
Kenny Greenberg
Электрогитара
Shannon Forrest
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Stewart Harris
Автор песен
Jim McBride
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
James Stroud
Продюсер
Bob Ludwig
Мастеринг-инженер
David Biondolilo
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
David Bryan
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Jake Burns
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Julian King
Инженер звукозаписи
Rich Hanson
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
[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

