My Little Georgia Rose - Bill Monroe

Now 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

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

Her mother left her with another

A carefree life she had planned

The baby now she is a lady

The one her mother couldn’t stand

We often sing those songs together

I watched her do her little part

She smiled at me when I would tell her

That she was my sweetheart