There's a yel-low rose in Tex-as
That I'm go-ing there to see.
No oth-er fel-ler knows her,
No-bod-y else but me.
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart.
And if we ev-er meet a-gain
We nev-er more will part.
She's the sweet-est rose of col-or
fel-ler ev-er knew.
Her eyes are bright as dia-monds,
They spark-le like the dew.
You may talk a-bout your dear-est maids
and sing of Ros-a-lie,
But the yel-low rose of Tex-as
Beats the bells of Ten-nes-see.