Yellow Rose - Alabama 3

The Yellow Rose of Texas

Came down by the Eildon Tree

As her hair shone in the morning sun

Her eyes were wild and free

And I knew I would go with her

'cos she put a spell on me

She told me she would take me

Where the Johnson folk still trade

She carried gold and silver

And the finest French brocade

I told her I had nothing

Just my shoes and my old hat

She said «Watch out where you’re walkin' tonight

'cos I’ve seen 'em killed for much less than that»

And her hair was of the grass green silk

Her mantle of the velvet fine

And hung upon her horse’s mane

Were sixty silver bells and nine

We came upon a doctor

Who plied anything you like

She said «Do you wanna get high?»

I said «Well, I guess, alright

If you’re having one, I’m having one»

And then we had three

By the time she left in the morning

There was nothing left of me