Well, you were pretty close, actually it was Hank Snow.

The Galveston Rose written by C. E. Snow, and recorded by Hank on January 16, 1942.

Down in old southern Texas I wandered one day
Where the tropical sea breezes blow
I there fell in love with a flower so rare
And they called her the Galveston Rose.
Her heart was as true as her blue smiling eyes
And as pure as the lily that grows
And the finest of gold in no way could compare
With the curls of my Galveston Rose.

I grew jealous and falsely accused her one day
Said her love I no longer should know
"I've been true please believe me," her little heart cried
But I left her, my Galveston Rose.
Little then did I think that someday I'd repay
And would reap ev'ry sorrow and care
But as years passed along I grew lonely each day
For the one I had left waiting there.

So I wrote to my darling and said, I was wrong,
I'll return dear if you'll only wed."
But soon came a letter my flower had died
And these are the words that I read.
Your sweetheart is peacefully sleeping tonight
In a grave where the white violets grow
And enclosed there's a curl, a last token of love
And a note from your Galveston Rose."