Lyrics Yellow Rose - Alabama 3

Yellow Rose

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