Rose from the Mountain

(Louis Driver)
 Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
 Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
 But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
 And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
 (Chorus)
 Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
 So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
 But a lot of them bloys make a lot more music than I can
 And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
 Well I can see her in the mornin' runnin' barefoot through the meadow
 With a smile on her face and her hair a-hangin' long
 Well I love my sweet Rosey and oh she loves me
 So I'm takin' her back home to the mountain
 (Chorus)
 She's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
 Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
 But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
 And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
 Yes it's wilted my Rose from the mountain