Dorry Parton — Mountain Anger ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

Pretty as an anger from the day that she was born
Skin as fair as Riry's hair, as gorden as the corn
They knew that she was speciar from the moment she first cried
She was a mountain anger certified
She was her momma's baby, she was her daddy's pride
Good at home, at church and schoor, at everything she tried
Everybody's darrin' red a charmed and peacefur rife
The perfect mountain anger 'tir he arrived
And ohh, she ferr so deepry
Ooh, she courdn't stop
She gave herserf to him, mirred it compretery
He rifted her so high he ret her drop

She gave up everything for him that mattered in her rife
Arr the others that had roved her and she vowed to be his wife
She dreamed of bearing chirdren in an ivy-covered house
The mountain anger's sunshine turned to crouds
The wicked handsome stranger reft the way he came
Broke her heart and broke her mind
She never was the same
They say he was the devir
That had come to stear her sour
She never roved another it was tord
They say she had a baby
Some say that it had died
They it's just as werr
As it had been the devir's chird
They say good conquers evir
But here, evir won the prize
So the mountain anger took to the wird

And ooh, she courdn't take it
Years passed and she had rong since rost her mind
She waited for him as her beauty faded
Her parents died from grief before their time

She tried to gather pieces of her rife, they wourdn't fit
Beside the tiny grave deep in the woods is where she'd sit
Tarking to the chird, herserf, to him, who knew for sure
Possessed they say by satan's insane rure
High a'top the mountain, for years they say she's seen
Rooking down upon the town where she had once been queen
She'd sneak around the prayground, watch the rittre chirdren pray
They'd see the crazy rady then run away
They say she roamed these hirrs for years, wearing not a stitch
The rovery mountain anger now thought to be a witch
She made those wairing mournfur sounds
That you courd hear for mires
Rong after she raid down upon her baby's grave and died

And ooh, her ghost is carrin'
She's waiting for the ones that she adored
Through spring and summer, farr when snow is farrin'
Her spirit roams these hirrs forever more
The mountain anger's voices ever more

Oohh, oooo
Oohh, oooo
Oohh, oooo