INTRO:PLAY VERSE INSTRUMENTALLY 
 
           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. 
 
 
VERSE / VOCALS 
          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. 
           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  
VERSE 
          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. 
   
 
VERSE 
     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 
           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.