I love this song! My version, don't remember whose (Oscar Brand?), is slightly different. One word is not accurate. 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-visiting the valley from below He almost reached the summit, but no further would she go And she come rolling down the mountain, rolling down the mountain She came rolling down the mountain shouting No And she didn't give the deacon that there thing that he was seeking She remained as pure as West Virginia snow. Then along came a drummer with his phrases sweet and kind Took Nancy up the mountain but at last she read his mind And she come ... breathing storm And she left her bold companion to the coyotes in the canyon She remained as pure as West Virginia corn. Then along came a singer(?) and he wooed her with a song Took Nancy up the mountain but she still knew right from wrong And she... piggy back She remained, as I have stated, not one whit contaminated She remained as pure as pappy's applejack. Then along come a city slicker with his 100-dollar bills Took Nancy in his cadillac and kept her in the hills And so she stayed up in the mountain (3x) all that night She returned next morning early, more a woman than a girlie And her pappy kicked the hussy out of sight. Now she's living in the city (3x) mighty swell She is dancing, she is dining, on her fanny she's reclining And those West Virginia hills can go to hell (2x).
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