My Little Georgia Rose
Now come and listen to my story
My story that I know is true
A little rose bloomed in Georgia
With marigold and a heart of gold
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

My mother left her with another
A carefree life she had planned
The baby now is a lady
The one her mother couldn't 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 smiled at me when I would tell her
That she was my 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