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
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 boys 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
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 boys make a lot more music than I can
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
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
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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
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 boys 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
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 boys make a lot more music than I can
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
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
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
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 boys 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
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 boys make a lot more music than I can
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
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
Writer: LOUIS DRIVER
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Copyright: Lyrics © GOLDEN WITHERS MUSIC