The Man from Bowling Green

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