Sweet Rosie Jones

I met her out in Oklahoma down where the old Red River flows
I vowed my love to her forever she was my sweet sweet Rosie Jones
We walked alone down by the river just as the sun was sinking low
And in her eyes I saw big trouble like the muddy waters down below
Her lips were soft and sweet as honey her hair was bright as yellow as gold
Her cheeks were red as summer roses she was my sweet sweet Rosie Jones
And then one day a tall dark stranger with hair as black as winter coal
Rode into town as night was falling and there he met my Rosie Jones
I woke next morning just after sunup to find a note from my Rosie's hand
And it read I'd rather die than ever hurt you but I'm in love with that tall dark man
So now I walk alone down by the river where my sweet Rosie used to stroll
And soon I'm gonna join those deep dark waters for I can't live without Rosie Jones
Her lips were soft...