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 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 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  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 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 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 well i would walk through hell on sunday to keep my rose in paradise 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 fuck 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 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 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 fuckin kenny chesney 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 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 fuckin 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 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 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 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