(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 LA
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
1 | My Wildest Dreams |
2 | Dallas |
3 | You've Never Seen Me Cry |
4 | Julia |
5 | Bhagavan Decreed |
6 | Pay The Alligator |
7 | Midnight Train |
8 | The Way We Are |
9 | I Thought The Wreck Was Over |
10 | Right Where I Belong |