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Thread #48319   Message #3186886
Posted By: Jim Dixon
13-Jul-11 - 02:34 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Nancy Brown / Rolling Down the Mountain
Subject: Lyr Add: SHE CAME ROLLIN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
Here's a version from a 78-rpm record at YouTube:


SHE CAME ROLLIN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
(Arthur Lippman, Manning Sherwin, Harry Richman)*
As sung by Larry Vincent

Down in West Virginia lived a gal named Nancy Brown.
You never saw such beauty in a city or in town.
Nancy and the Deacon climbed the mountainside one noon,
And when they reached the summit, very, very soon,
She came rollin' down the Mountain, rollin' down the mountain,
Rollin' down the mountain near her shack,
'Cause she didn't give the Deacon that there thing that he was seekin'
And remained as pure as taffy, that poor chap.

Then there came a cowboy, a cowboy with a song.
Again they climbed the mountain, but she knew right from wrong.
She came rollin' down the mountain, rollin' down the mountain,
Rollin' down the mountain mighty wide [or "white"?],
For despite the cowboys urgin', she remained the local sturgeon [sic]
And as pure as those West Virginny skies.

And then a city slicker who had hundred-dollar bills
Took Nancy in his pushcart away up in the hills.
Oh, she stayed up in the mountain, stayed up in the mountain,
Stayed up in mountain all the night.
She returned next morning early for a woman then a girlie,
And her taffy kicked her hussy out of sight.

(Poor thing's havin' her troubles.)

Now she's livin' in the city, livin' in the city,
Livin' in the city mighty swell.
For her life is beer and skittles and she's eating dandy vittles,
And those West Virginia hills can go to—(Can't say it here.)

Then there came depression, kicked Nancy in the pants.
She lost her apartment; she didn't have a chance.
Well, she came back to the mountain, came back to the mountain,
Came back as in days of yore,
And the cowboy and the deacon got that thing that they were seekin'
And now she's doin' all right for herself.

[* A History of Popular Music in America by Sigmund Spaeth (New York, Random House 1948) says: