I'm not sure just how the tune goes, but try this!

Nancy Brown    (5th Fret)

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In the hills of W. Virginia There's a gal named Nancy Brown
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She was the fairest maiden in city or in town

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Now Nancy and the Deacon   climbed the mountainside one noon
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they climbed up to the summit    but very very soon
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She came rollin' down the Mountain,    rollin' down the mountain
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Rollin' down the mountain mighty wide
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No,   she didn't give the Deacon    not a thing that he was seekin'
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She remained just as pure    as the West Virginia sky.

Then there came that ol' cowboy    came a cowboy with his song
took Nancy up the mountain    but she still knew right from wrong
She came rollin' down the Mountain      rollin' down the mountain
Rollin' down the mountain by the Dam
and despite that cowboys urgin'    she remained the village virgin
she remained just as pure    as the West Virginia sand

Then there came that Old trapper    with his words so soft and kind
took Nancy up the mountain    but when she read his mind
She came rollin' down the Mountain      rollin' down the mountain
Rollin' down the mountain by the shack
She remained as I have stated    not the least con-tam-in-ated
she remained just as pure    as Satin's apple jack



Then there came a city slicker    with a hundred dollar bill
took Nancy and his Packard   way up on the hill
Oh, she stayed up on that mountain    stayed up on that mountain
she stayed up on that mountain all that night
She came down next morning early    more a woman than a girly
and her pappy kicked that    hussy out of sight

And now she's livin' in the city,    she's living in the city
livin' in the city mighty swell
Now her life's all beer and skiddles and she lives on fancy viddles
and those West Virginia hills    can go to hell.