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.


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.

[Chorus: x2]
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My Little Georgia Rose Lyrics

Travis Tritt – My Little Georgia Rose Lyrics

Songwriters: BILL MONROE
My Little Georgia Rose lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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