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Nobody else could miss herNot half as much as meShe cried so when I - pardon meThat's just a shade loud on the snare drumShe's the sweetest little rosebudThat Texas ever knewHer eyes are bright as diamondsThey sparkle like the dewSee now you covered up sparkle like the dewOne of the lovliest parts in the wholeTexas is the only girl for meHe covered up the picallos thereWhere the Rio Grand isWhere the RioWhere Wh-See my feeling is while I love a good snare drum, I feel that volume wise it's just a little too much what you're doing there.See? See, see what I mean? Now you try and hold it there. I appreciate it.SongtexteWhere the Rio Grand (I appreciate it)Where the Rio Grand is flowingAnd starry skies (that's better)She walks along the riverOn the quiet (oh that's so much better)I know that she remembersWhen we parted long ago(You know that there's just a world of difference, oh mercy)She's the sweetest little rosebudThat Texas ever knewHer eyes are bright as diamondsThey sparkle like the dewSee you're slipping back into your old habits again. Why do you do that. Why do youTexas is the only girl for me!I love a good snare drum but - hold it hold it hold it.People people let's go back there the snare drummer covered up the tra-la-las. We just do it again, smart Alec.Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-laTra-la-la-la-la-la-la-laTra-la-la-la-la-la-la-laYou see how lovely that turned out? Now that's a darling part.OK banjo...yug-dugga-dugga. That's purty. That's purty.Oh now I'm gonna (that's purty)For my heart is full of woeWe'll do the things togetherWe did so long agoWe'll play the banjo gailyShe'll love me like (banjo drowns out)Excuse me, you ain't any kin to the snare drummer, are you?She's the sweetest little rosebudThat Texas ever knewWhy do you do that? Why do you burst out like that? It irritates me.That irritates me. That irritates me, that's all.But the yellow rose of TexasHOLD ON! HOLD ON! Hold on you smart Alec Yankee drummer you!You can cover up rose, you can cover up yellow, buddy,But don't you cover up TEXAS! Or I'll stick your head through that cotton-pickin snare drum And secede from the band so help me Mitch Miller I will!And the yellow rose of Texas will be mine forever moreCut it off there. The record's over, you idiot. Stop it, stop it I say. Just stop it, stop it. I'm getting out of hereHe ruined the ending, one of the lovliest parts in the whole... Piece! Aus Songtexte Mania