Lyrics

(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