Misc Traditional – The Yellow Rose Of Texas (Ukulele)

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There's a yellow rose of Texas I'm going for to see,

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no other soldier knows her, nobody only me.

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She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart,

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and if I ever find her, we never more will part.    

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She's the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.  

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Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.

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You may talk about your winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,

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but the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.

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Where the Rio Grande is flowing and starry skies are bright,

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she walks along the river in the quiet summer night.

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She thinks if I remember we parted long ago;

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I promised to come back again and never let her go.    

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She's the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.  

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Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.

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You may talk about your winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,

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but the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.

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Oh, now I'm going to find her, my heart is full of woe;

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we'll sing the song together we sang so long ago.

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We'll play the banjo gaily and sing the songs of yore,

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and the yellow rose of Texas will be mine forever more.    

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She's the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.  

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Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.

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You may talk about your winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,

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but the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.