There's a yellow rose in Texas, I'm going there to see; No other fellow claims her, nobody, only me. She cried so when I left her, It like to broke her heart; and if we ever meet again, we never more will part.

She's the sweetest rose of color. A fellow ever knew. Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkled like the dew. You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosalie, But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.