Yellow Rose

If you can hear it, then you'll know
Intonation sets the pitch and rhythm is the flow
The yellow rose that grows in Texas
Make some money, fly out there, and you will pay no taxes

Yukon Shmearit, he rows...
With lefts and rights, he digs a ditch, but knows not where it goes
The yell arose off Teck's ass
It dripped like honey, bright and bare, flew off a row of cactus

Paint will smear it, no more flow
Speakers will not hear the sound, the noise will bend and sow
Yellow O's, soft X's
One's 15, one's 24, if you will count abraxas

If you can hear it, then you'll know
Intonation sets the pitch and rhythm is the flow
The yellow rose that grows in Texas
Make some money, fly out there, and you will pay no taxes



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Alan Fuller
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