Sigh. Four more years have gone by and I STILL have not made it up on
Wolverton Mountain. As I was on my way to a High School Cross Country
Meet in Russellville on Thursday, I passed by the sign pointing toward
Wolverton Mountain. It certainly was enticing to take that right turn
and finally get there, but I didn't have enough spare time, so continued
on. One of these days . . .

And to make this post worthwhile, some while ago I came across the
"answer song", The Girl From Wolverton Mountain, by Jo Ann Campbell,
1962. I rather suspect that those who didn't care for Claude King's
original version may well go screaming from the room while listening to
these pearls, delivered in a very thick pseudo-Southern accent.

The Girl From Wolverton Mountain
As sung by Jo Ann Campbell

Yes, I'm The Girl From Wolverton Mountain
I wish someone would make me their wife
I cain't help bein' lonesome on Wolverton Mountain
When your daddy's handy with a gun and a knife

Chorus
They said my lips were sweeter than honey
But how do they know, when no one's made the dare
I hate the bears and the birds on Wolverton Mountain
They tell my daddy and it just ain't fair

Many a lad has tried to climb this mountain
But they never seem to reach the top
My daddy Clifton Clowers is always there to meet them
His gun and a knife brings them to a stop

Chorus

Yes, I'm the girl from Wolverton Mountain
And if something don't change, I'll be an old maid all my life
But I keep hopin' somebody will climb this mountain
And take me to the valley to be his wife

Chorus

There'll be somebody who really loves me
And he'll climb up on the mountain
He won't care about Clifton Clowers (fade out)