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