"Yellow Rose of Texas" was my father's favorite song. He knew the text by heart and would often whistle the melody out loud. If there was a band playing and they asked the audience for a request, you can guess what my father would ask.
There's a yellow rose in Texas, That I am going to see,
When the Rio Grande is flowing, The starry skies are bright,
Oh now I'm going to find her, For my heart is full of