Now come and listen to my story Story that I know is true 'Bout a rose that blooms in Georgia With hair of gold and a heart so true
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia rose
Her mother left her with another A carefree life she had planned Maybe now she's a lady One her mother could not stand.
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia rose
We often sang old songs together I watched her do her little part She'd smile at me and I would tell her That she was my own sweetheart
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia rose
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia roseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.