She board a slow train to the city she was young and she was pretty
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A full grown mountain woman that had blossomed in the spring
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She took a job a waitin' tables at the House of Seven Gables
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And there's where she met the man from Bowling Green
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He was somewhat older with hair down to his shoulders
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He knew how to touch a lady and he must've touched her dream
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He sang her songs and called her baby till that country girl went crazy
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For that guitar picking man from Bowling Green
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Well he got what he was after and after that he left her
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He packed up his guitar and caught a westbound train
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This was just another city where the country girls were pretty
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Easy pickin's for the man from Bowling Green
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Now her life is twisty like some West Virginia backroads
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And the House of Seven Gables has got a brand new queen
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And to any man left by she'll drink to keep from cryin'
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For that guitar picking man from Bowling Green
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Oh she loves her guitar man from Bowling Green
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Man From Bowling Green
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| Jody Miller |
