Biography:
The Flatlanders is an American country band from Lubbock, Texas, founded in 1972 by Joe Ely, Jimmie Dale Gilmore and Butch Hancock.
The fact that all that these Texas music titans, on their first go-round as The Flatlanders in 1972, were completely rejected by the country music establishment is surprising in retrospect but, ultimately, poetic. That each went on to have formidable solo careers is a testament to their talent and determination. Add to this their diverse yet complimentary styles - Joe the street-wise rocker
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Other songs:
- Bhagavan Decreed
- Dallas
- Go To Sleep Alone
- I Think Too Much Of You
- Keeper Of The Mountain
- My Wildest Dreams Grow Wilder Every Day
- One Day At A Time
- One Road More
- Rose From The Mountain
- South Wind Of Summer
- Tonight I Think Im Gonna Go Downtown
- Wavin My Heart Goodbye
- Wishing For A Rainbow
- Youve Never Seen Me Cry
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[VERSE 1]
C G
Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
D
Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
G C G
But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
C D G
And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
[CHORUS]
C G
Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
D
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
G C G
But a lot of them boys make a lot more music than I can
G D G C G D G
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
[VERSE 2]
C G
Well I can see her in the mornin' runnin' barefoot through the meadow
D
With a smile on her face and her hair a-hangin' long
G C G
Well I love my sweet Rosey and oh she loves me
C D G
So I'm takin' her back home to the mountain
[CHORUS]
C G
Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
D
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
G C G
But a lot of them boys make a lot more music than I can
G D G C G D G
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
[VERSE 3]
C G
Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
D
Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
G C G
But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
C D G
And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
C D G
Yes it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
C G
Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
D
Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
G C G
But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
C D G
And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
[CHORUS]
C G
Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
D
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
G C G
But a lot of them boys make a lot more music than I can
G D G C G D G
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
[VERSE 2]
C G
Well I can see her in the mornin' runnin' barefoot through the meadow
D
With a smile on her face and her hair a-hangin' long
G C G
Well I love my sweet Rosey and oh she loves me
C D G
So I'm takin' her back home to the mountain
[CHORUS]
C G
Where a good guitar picker makes more money than a cowboy
D
So I thought I'd try my luck makin' records in L.A.
G C G
But a lot of them boys make a lot more music than I can
G D G C G D G
And if Rose don't like the city life I think I'll take her home
[VERSE 3]
C G
Well she's my Rose from the mountain where I come from
D
Back in ol' Colorado where they reach up and touch the sun
G C G
But I took her to the city where the air ain't clean
C D G
And it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
C D G
Yes it's wilted my Rose from the mountain
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