Rose From the Mountain Songtext
von The Flatlanders

(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