[VERSE 1]
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