Rolling Down The Mountain

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Rollin' Down The Mountain  

In the hills of West Virginia lived a girl named Nancy Brown.
She was the finest filly for many miles around.
The deacon come a vistin' the valley from below;
He almost reached the summit but no further would she go.

And she come rollin' down the mountain,
Rollin' down the mountain.
She come rollin' down the mountain shouting "No!"
She didn't give the deacon that there thing that he was seekin'.
She remained as pure as West Virginia snow.

We'll, along come a trapper with his phrases sweet and kind.
Took Nancy up the mountain, but at last she read his mind.
And she come rollin' down the mountain,
Rollin' down the mountain.
She come rollin' down the mountain piggy-back.
She remained as I have stated not one whit contaminated.
She remained as pure as pappy's applejack.

Well, along come a drummer and he wooed her with a song;
Took her to the mountain but she still knew right from wrong.
And she come rollin' down the mountain,
Rollin' down the mountain.
She come rollin' down the mountain breathing scorn.
And she left her bold companion to the coyotes in the canyon.
She remained as pure as West Virginia corn.

Well along come a city slicker with his hundred dollar bills;
Took Nancy in his Cadillac and kept her in the hills.
So she stayed up in the mountains,
Stayed up in the mountains.
Oh, she stayed up in the mountains all that night.
She returned next morning early, more a woman than a girly;
And her Pappy kicked the hussy out of sight.

Now she's livin' in the city, livin' in the city;
She is livin' in the city mighty swell.
She is dancin', she is dinin',
On her fanny she's reclinin',
And the West Virginia hills can go to hell!
And the West Virginia hills can go to hell!


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