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Waylon Jennings Rose In Paradise

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

: Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fi-er in his eyes... He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday, to keep my Rose in Paradise...

Chorus: Every time he'd talk about her, you could see the fi-er in his eyes... He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday, to keep my Rose in Paradise