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The Yellow Rose of Texas is not a flower, we all knew that didn't we, but
a person. History records her as being a servant named Emily D. West, who
was indentured to a man named Colonel James Morgan, who fought in the war
for the independence of Texas from Mexico.
"The Yellow Rose of Texas"
1: G
There's a yellow rose of Texas I'm goin' for to see,
D7
No other soldier knows her, nobody only me.
G
She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart,
D7 G D7 G
And if I ever find her, we never-more will part. CHORUS
2: G
Where the Rio Grande is flowing and starry skies are bright,
D7
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night.
G
She thinks if I remember we parted long ago;
D7 G D7 G
I promised to come back again and never let her go. CHORUS
3: G
Oh, now I'm goin' to find her, my heart is full of woe;
D7
We'll sing the song together we sang so long ago.
G
We'll play the banjo gaily and sing the songs of yore,
D7 G D7 G
And the yellow rose of Texas will be mine for-ever-more. CHORUS
CHORUS---
G
She's the sweetest rose of color this soldier ever knew.
D7
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
G
You may talk about your winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,
D7 G D7 G
But the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
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