The Hills Of West Virginia

This song goes out to my Grandpa
And my Grandma
For putting up with us both

From the hills of West Virginia
Lived a girl named Nancy Brown
The fairest little lady
In a city or a town
Then along came the deacon
Seeking for a thrill
And he took pure little Nancy Brown
Way up in the hills
She came rolling down the mountain
She came rolling down the mountain
She came rolling down the mountain
High and wide
Well she didn't give the deacon
The thing that he was seekin'
And remained as pure
As the West Virginia land

Now along came a western cowboy
With his pretty chaps and frills
And he took pure little Nancy Brown
Way up in the hills
She came rolling down the mountain
She came rolling down the mountain
Came rolling down the mountain
High and wide
Well in spite of all his urging
She still remained a virgin
Just as pure as the West Virginia land
Hee haw

Now along came a city slicker
With a hundred dollar bill
And he took pure little Nancy Brown
Way up in the hills
She stayed up in the mountains
She stayed up in the mountains
She stayed up in the mountains
All night long
She returned next morning early
More women than a girly
And her pappy kicked her ass out of town

Now she's living in the city
She's living in the city
She's living in the city
Mighty swell
Well she's through with pots and kettles
She's eating fancy vittles
And the West Virginia land can go to hell
Yeah she's living in the city
She's living in the city
She's living in the city
Oh do tell
Well she's through with pots and kettles
She's eating fancy vittles
And the West Virginia land can go to hell