| 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 pa | rt. |
| 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. |
| 3: G |
| Oh, now I'm goin' to find her, my heart is full of woe; |
| D7 | |
| We'll sing the song together we s | ang 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 m | ine for- | ever-m | ore. |
| G | |
| She's the s | weetest rose of color this soldier ever knew. |
| D7 | |
| Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they s | parkle 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 be | lles of | Tennes | see. |
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| Jan Ekeland email:jekeland@amanda.bbb.no |