Chords for Stan Freberg - The Yellow Rose Of Texas (Capitol 3249)
Tempo:
131 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah!
Don't let me startle you, I'm just doing the rebel yell here to kind of kick things off, you know what I mean?
[D]
[Dbm] [A] Well, the M.O. Rose in Texas, that I am gonna say, nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me.
She's right, so what I left her part of me.
Oh, [D] that's just a shade [A] loud on the snare drum.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas [E] Avenue.
Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the [A] moon.
Now you've covered up sparkle like the moon, one of the [D] loveliest parts in the whole Texas is the only girl [F] for me.
[Bb]
[F] [Bb]
You've covered up the piccolos there with a rye-o, [E] grand, with a rye-o, [Bb] where, what.
See, my feeling is that while I love a good snare drum, I feel that volume-wise it's just a little bit too much what you're doing there, see, see, see what I mean?
Now you try and hold it down, will you?
Appreciate it, appreciate it.
Where the rye-o, grand, appreciate it, where the rye-o, grand is flowing in the starry sky, that's better.
[F] She walks along the river, on the quiet, oh, that's so much better.
[Bb] I know that she remembered when we parted long ago, you know [Eb] that there's just a world of difference.
Mercy.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas Avenue.
[F] Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the moon.
Hey [Bb] now, you're slipping back in your old habits again, why do you do that, [Eb] why do you?
Because Texas is the [Bb] only girl for me.
I love a good snare drum, what you know.
[C] [F]
[F] People, people, let's go back there, the snare drummer covered up the tra-la-la's, we'll just do it again, smart [Eb] Alec.
You [F]
see how lovely that turned out?
Now that's a darling part.
Okay, banjo, [Bb] yuck, dugga-dugga-dugga.
That's pretty, that's pretty.
[Bb] Oh, now I'm going to that's pretty.
For my heart is full of woe.
We'll do the things together [F] we did so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily, she'll love [Bb] me like we love [Eb] her.
Excuse [Fm] me, you ain't any kin to the snare drummer, [Bb] are you?
She's the sweetest little robot.
Why do you [Eb] burst out like that?
[F] Irritates me.
[Bb] That irritates me.
That irritates me, that's all.
[Eb] [F] Texas, [Bb] hold on,
[D] you smart-alecky-anky drummer, you.
You can cover up yellow and you can cover up rose, buddy-buddy,
but don't you cover up Texas, or I'll stick your head through that cotton-piggin snare drum
and secede from the band, so help me Mitch Miller, I [Eb] will.
[Eb] And the yellow [Bb]-rose of Texas will be my [Fm] boy.
[Bb]
[A] Cut it off there, the record's over.
[E] You idiot, stop it.
Stop it, I say.
You're stopping now.
Stop it.
I'm getting out of here.
He ruined the ending, one of the loveliest parts in the whole piece.
[N]
Don't let me startle you, I'm just doing the rebel yell here to kind of kick things off, you know what I mean?
[D]
[Dbm] [A] Well, the M.O. Rose in Texas, that I am gonna say, nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me.
She's right, so what I left her part of me.
Oh, [D] that's just a shade [A] loud on the snare drum.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas [E] Avenue.
Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the [A] moon.
Now you've covered up sparkle like the moon, one of the [D] loveliest parts in the whole Texas is the only girl [F] for me.
[Bb]
[F] [Bb]
You've covered up the piccolos there with a rye-o, [E] grand, with a rye-o, [Bb] where, what.
See, my feeling is that while I love a good snare drum, I feel that volume-wise it's just a little bit too much what you're doing there, see, see, see what I mean?
Now you try and hold it down, will you?
Appreciate it, appreciate it.
Where the rye-o, grand, appreciate it, where the rye-o, grand is flowing in the starry sky, that's better.
[F] She walks along the river, on the quiet, oh, that's so much better.
[Bb] I know that she remembered when we parted long ago, you know [Eb] that there's just a world of difference.
Mercy.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas Avenue.
[F] Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the moon.
Hey [Bb] now, you're slipping back in your old habits again, why do you do that, [Eb] why do you?
Because Texas is the [Bb] only girl for me.
I love a good snare drum, what you know.
[C] [F]
[F] People, people, let's go back there, the snare drummer covered up the tra-la-la's, we'll just do it again, smart [Eb] Alec.
You [F]
see how lovely that turned out?
Now that's a darling part.
Okay, banjo, [Bb] yuck, dugga-dugga-dugga.
That's pretty, that's pretty.
[Bb] Oh, now I'm going to that's pretty.
For my heart is full of woe.
We'll do the things together [F] we did so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily, she'll love [Bb] me like we love [Eb] her.
Excuse [Fm] me, you ain't any kin to the snare drummer, [Bb] are you?
She's the sweetest little robot.
Why do you [Eb] burst out like that?
[F] Irritates me.
[Bb] That irritates me.
That irritates me, that's all.
[Eb] [F] Texas, [Bb] hold on,
[D] you smart-alecky-anky drummer, you.
You can cover up yellow and you can cover up rose, buddy-buddy,
but don't you cover up Texas, or I'll stick your head through that cotton-piggin snare drum
and secede from the band, so help me Mitch Miller, I [Eb] will.
[Eb] And the yellow [Bb]-rose of Texas will be my [Fm] boy.
[Bb]
[A] Cut it off there, the record's over.
[E] You idiot, stop it.
Stop it, I say.
You're stopping now.
Stop it.
I'm getting out of here.
He ruined the ending, one of the loveliest parts in the whole piece.
[N]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
D
A
Bb
F
Eb
_ Yeah! _ _ _ _
Don't let me startle you, I'm just doing the rebel yell here to kind of kick things off, you know what I mean?
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ [A] Well, the M.O. Rose in Texas, that I am gonna say, nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me.
She's right, so what I left her part of me.
Oh, [D] that's just a shade [A] loud on the snare drum.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas [E] Avenue.
Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the [A] moon.
Now you've covered up sparkle like the moon, one of the [D] loveliest parts in the whole Texas is the only girl [F] for me.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ You've covered up the piccolos there with a rye-o, [E] grand, with a rye-o, [Bb] where, _ what.
_ _ See, my feeling is that while I love a good snare _ drum, I feel that volume-wise it's just a little bit too much what you're doing there, see, see, see what I mean?
Now you try and hold it down, will you?
Appreciate it, appreciate it.
Where the rye-o, grand, appreciate it, where the rye-o, grand is flowing in the starry sky, that's better.
[F] She walks along the river, on the quiet, oh, that's so much better.
[Bb] I know that she remembered when we parted long ago, you know [Eb] that there's just a world of difference.
Mercy.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas Avenue.
[F] Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the moon.
Hey [Bb] now, you're slipping back in your old habits again, why do you do that, [Eb] why do you?
Because Texas is the [Bb] only girl for me.
I love a good snare drum, what you know. _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[F] People, people, let's go back there, the snare drummer covered up the tra-la-la's, we'll just do it again, smart [Eb] Alec. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
see how lovely that turned out?
Now that's a darling part.
Okay, banjo, [Bb] yuck, dugga-dugga-dugga.
_ That's pretty, that's pretty.
[Bb] Oh, now I'm going to that's pretty.
For my heart is full of woe.
We'll do the things together [F] we did so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily, she'll love [Bb] me like we love [Eb] her.
Excuse [Fm] me, you ain't any kin to the snare drummer, [Bb] are you?
She's the sweetest little robot. _ _ _
_ Why do you [Eb] burst out like that?
[F] Irritates me.
[Bb] That irritates me.
That irritates me, that's all. _
[Eb] _ _ [F] _ Texas, [Bb] hold on, _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ you smart-alecky-anky drummer, you.
You can cover up yellow and you can cover up rose, buddy-buddy,
but don't you cover up Texas, or I'll stick your head through that cotton-piggin snare drum
and secede from the band, so help me Mitch Miller, I [Eb] will. _
[Eb] And the yellow [Bb]-rose of Texas will be my [Fm] boy. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ Cut it off there, the record's over.
[E] You idiot, stop it.
Stop it, I say.
You're stopping now.
Stop it.
I'm getting out of here.
_ _ He ruined the ending, one of the loveliest parts in the whole piece. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Don't let me startle you, I'm just doing the rebel yell here to kind of kick things off, you know what I mean?
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ [A] Well, the M.O. Rose in Texas, that I am gonna say, nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me.
She's right, so what I left her part of me.
Oh, [D] that's just a shade [A] loud on the snare drum.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas [E] Avenue.
Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the [A] moon.
Now you've covered up sparkle like the moon, one of the [D] loveliest parts in the whole Texas is the only girl [F] for me.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ You've covered up the piccolos there with a rye-o, [E] grand, with a rye-o, [Bb] where, _ what.
_ _ See, my feeling is that while I love a good snare _ drum, I feel that volume-wise it's just a little bit too much what you're doing there, see, see, see what I mean?
Now you try and hold it down, will you?
Appreciate it, appreciate it.
Where the rye-o, grand, appreciate it, where the rye-o, grand is flowing in the starry sky, that's better.
[F] She walks along the river, on the quiet, oh, that's so much better.
[Bb] I know that she remembered when we parted long ago, you know [Eb] that there's just a world of difference.
Mercy.
She's the sweetest little rosebud at Texas Avenue.
[F] Her eyes are bright as diamond, they sparkle like the moon.
Hey [Bb] now, you're slipping back in your old habits again, why do you do that, [Eb] why do you?
Because Texas is the [Bb] only girl for me.
I love a good snare drum, what you know. _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[F] People, people, let's go back there, the snare drummer covered up the tra-la-la's, we'll just do it again, smart [Eb] Alec. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
see how lovely that turned out?
Now that's a darling part.
Okay, banjo, [Bb] yuck, dugga-dugga-dugga.
_ That's pretty, that's pretty.
[Bb] Oh, now I'm going to that's pretty.
For my heart is full of woe.
We'll do the things together [F] we did so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily, she'll love [Bb] me like we love [Eb] her.
Excuse [Fm] me, you ain't any kin to the snare drummer, [Bb] are you?
She's the sweetest little robot. _ _ _
_ Why do you [Eb] burst out like that?
[F] Irritates me.
[Bb] That irritates me.
That irritates me, that's all. _
[Eb] _ _ [F] _ Texas, [Bb] hold on, _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ you smart-alecky-anky drummer, you.
You can cover up yellow and you can cover up rose, buddy-buddy,
but don't you cover up Texas, or I'll stick your head through that cotton-piggin snare drum
and secede from the band, so help me Mitch Miller, I [Eb] will. _
[Eb] And the yellow [Bb]-rose of Texas will be my [Fm] boy. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ Cut it off there, the record's over.
[E] You idiot, stop it.
Stop it, I say.
You're stopping now.
Stop it.
I'm getting out of here.
_ _ He ruined the ending, one of the loveliest parts in the whole piece. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _