The Man From Bowling Green

She rode 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
There's where she met the man from Bowling Green

He was somewhat older
With hair down on his shoulders
He knew how to touch a lady
And he must have touched her dream

He sang her songs
And called her baby
'Til 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 picking for the man from Bowling Green
Now my life has twisted
Like a West Virginia backroad
And the House of Seven Gables
Has got a brand new queen

And to any man who's buying
I'll drink to keep from crying
For that guitar picking man from Bowling Green
I still love that guitar man from Bowling Green