Yeller Rose of Texas (feat. Sam Bush)

Well, the yeller rose of Texas, the cutest on this earth Her right eye looks at Dallas, her left one at Fort Worth Her ponytail's a dandy, that hairdo is a prize But it comes in handy when she's a-switchin' flies Her skin is red and fuzzy, it feels just like a peach I looked her over from head to toe, and she had one of each Her face has fallen arches, it hangs just like a sack She'd like to have 'em lifted, but she doesn't have a drag (Oh, poor mandoline, yeah) Oh, the yeller rose of Texas, she looks just like a weed That one big upper tooth of hers looks like a pumpkin seed And when she opens up her mouth, it looks just like a rake Her lips are just like petals, pedals on a brake (yeah) Well, I was workin' in the garden when I discovered her I reached for an old tomater and, darlin', there you were You can take your nasty-sturtiums and take your violets blue And while you're at it, take the yeller rose of Texas too (more mandolin) And while you're at it, take the yeller rose of Texas too While you're at it, take the yeller rose of Texas too