Little Georgia Rose

Bill Monroe

TEXTY - LYRICS Little Georgia Rose

• Chorus:
  Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
  Way down where the tall pines grow.
  Lives my sweetheart of the mountains.
  She's my Little Georgia Rose.
  
  

1. Well come and listen to my story.
   A story that I know is true.
   A little rose that bloomed in Georgia.
   With hair of gold and a heart so true.
   
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2. Her mother left her with another.
   A carefree life that she had planned.
   The baby now she is a lady.
   The one her mother couldn't stand.
   
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3. We often sing old songs together.
   I watched her do her little part.
   She smile at me when I would tell her.
   That she was my sweetheart.