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Now come and listen to my story |
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My story that I know is true |
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A little rose bloomed in Georgia |
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With marigold and a heart of gold |
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Way down in the Blue Ridge mountains |
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Way down where the tall pines grow |
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There's my sweetheart of the mountain |
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She's my little Georgia rose |
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My mother left her with another |
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A carefree life she had planned |
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The baby now is a lady |
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The one her mother couldn't stand |
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Way down in the Blue Ridge mountains |
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Way down where the tall pines grow |
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There's my sweetheart of the mountain |
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She's my little Georgia rose |
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We often sang old songs together |
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I watched her do her little part |
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She smiled at me when I would tell her |
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That she was my sweetheart |
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Way down in the Blue Ridge mountains |
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Way down where the tall pines grow |
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There's my sweetheart of the mountain |
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She's my little Georgia rose |
