In the hills of West Virginia lived a gal named Nancy Brown
She was the fairest maid for many miles around
And then she met the deacon who was looking for some thrills
He took our little Nancy for a ride up in the hills
But she came running down the mountain
Running down the mountain
Running down the mountain down the line
And she never gave the deacon that thrill he were the seeking
She came home as pure as West Virginia pine
Then came that village cowboy with his chaps and fancy frills
He took our little Nancy for a ride up in the hills
But she came running down the mountain
Running down the mountain
Running down the mountain by the shack
As I before have stated she was still uncontaminated
But she came running down the mountain
She came home as pure as happy Zappo Jack
Then Henderson the trapper with his phrases sweet and kind
Took her to the mountains but when she read his mind
She came running down the mountain
Running down the mountain
Running down the mountain by the ***
And in spite of all his urging she came home a local virgin
She remained as pure as West Virginia ham
Then came that city slicker with his hundred dollar bills
Put her in his caddy and he drove her to the hills
But she stayed up in the mountain
Stayed up in the mountain
She stayed up in the mountain all that night
She stayed up in the mountain all that night
She came home next morning early
More a woman than a girly
And her pappy chased that posse out of sight
Now she's living in the city
Living in the city
She's living up in New York might as well
She's now eating fancy vittles
She's all through with pots and kittles
And the West Virginia hills can go to hell
She's all through with pots and kittles