MY LITTLE GEORGIA ROSE
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Way down where the tall pines grow
Lives my sweetheart of the mountains
She's my little Georgia rose
Well come and listen to my story
A story that I know is true
A little rose that bloomed in Georgia
With hair of gold and a heart so true
Her mother left her with another
A carefree life that she had planned
The baby now she is a lady
The one her mother couldn't stand
We often sing ol' songs together
I watched her do her little part
She'd smile at me when I would tell her
That she was my sweetheart