Mitch Miller

The yellow rose of Texas

There's a yellow rose of Texas that I am going to see
No other soldier knows her, no soldier, only me
She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her we never more will part.

She's the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your dearest May and sing of Rosa Lee
But the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.

Oh, my heart is feeling weary, and my head is hanging low
I'm going back to Georgia to find my Uncle Joe
You may talk about your Beauregard and sing of Bobby Lee
But the gallant hood of Texas, he raised hell in Tennessee.

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