My Little Georgia Rose

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 rose