Johnny Lee - The Yellow Rose Of Texas, аккорды

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:
           
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:
            
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.