My Little Georgia Rose (Georgia Rose) (A)

             I(A)   IV(D) I(A)
Now come and listen to my story
                       V(E7)
A story that I know is true
          I(A)      IV(D)      I(A)
My little rose that bloomed in Georgia
                        V(E7)    I(A)
With hair of gold and a heart so true

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        IV(D)                  I(A)
    Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountain
        I(A)                      V(E7)
    Way down where the tall pines grow
    I(A)                       IV(D)
    Lives my sweetheart of the mountain
    I(A)     V(E7)          I(A)
    She's my little Georgia rose

Her mother left her with another
A carefree life she had planned
The baby now is a lady
The one her mother could not stand

    (Chorus)

We often sang old songs together
I watched her do her little part
She'd smile at me when I would tell her
That she was my own sweetheart

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