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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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