Here's a story I will tell
about my Rocky Mountain belle.
She was everything to me, my very life.
We had smiles, we had tears,
and for 27 years, she promised me someday
she'd be my wife.
With a ceremony planned,
I had bought the wedding band
and invited all the neighbors to the farm.
But the day we was to wed,
I got starved and stayed in bed.
Now the whole darn countryside is up in arms.
They're burning down the house I was brought up in.
And they're yelling,
come on out and take your bride.
Yeah,
they're burning down the house I was brought up in,
but what a fool I'd be to go outside.
There's her pappy at the gate with a loaded .38.
And he's yelling, come on out before I shoot.
Well,
I wonder if he knows I got on his Sunday clothes.
If he shoots, it'll be goodbye to pappy's suit.
They're burning down the house I was brought up in.
And they're yelling,
come on out and take your bride.
Yeah,
they're burning down the house I was brought up in,
but what a fool I'd be to go outside.