Rose From The Mountain

              C                                   G
Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
                                                       D
Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
      G                              C         G
But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
         C         D             G
And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain

[CHORUS]
        C                                          G
Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
                                                 D
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
      G                       C                   G
But a lot of them boys make a lot more music than I can
       G          D        G    C      G          D        G
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home

[VERSE 2]
            C                                                  G
Well I can see her in the mornin' runnin' barefoot through the meadow
                                                D
With a smile on her face and her hair a-hangin' long
       G                      C             G
Well I love my sweet Rosey and oh she loves me
       C          D                G
So I'm takin' her back home to the mountain

[CHORUS]
        C                                          G
Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
                                                 D
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
      G                       C                   G
But a lot of them boys make a lot more music than I can
       G          D        G    C      G          D        G
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home

[VERSE 3]
              C                                   G
Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
                                                       D
Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
      G                              C         G
But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
         C         D             G
And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain


         C         D             G
Yes it's wilted my Rose from the mountain