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Montanha Wolverton

Nat King Cole

Wolverton Mountain

They say don't go,
On Wolverton Mountain,
If you're lookin' for a wife.
'Cause Clifton Clowers,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Has a pretty young daughter,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
He's mighty handy,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
With a gun and knife.
(Doodle-oot-du.)

Her tender lips,
(Her tender lips,)
Are sweeter than honey.
And Wolverton Mountain,
Protects her there.
The bears and the birds,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Tell Clifton Clowers,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
If a stranger,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Should enter there.
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)

All of my dreams,
Are on Wolverton Mountain,
I want his daughter,
For my wife.
I'll take my chances,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
And climb that mountain,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Though Clifton Clowers,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
He might take my life.
(Doodle-oot-du.)

Her tender lips,
(Her tender lips,)
Are sweeter than honey.

And Wolverton Mountain,
Protects her there.
The bears and the birds,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Tell Clifton Clowers,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
If a stranger,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Should enter there.
(Ahhh-ahhh.)

I'm goin' go up,
On Wolverton Mountain,
It's just too lonesome,
Down here below.
It's just not right,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
To hide his daughter,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
From the one,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Who loves her so.
(Doodle-oot-du.)

Her tender lips,
(Her tender lips,)
Are sweeter than honey.
And Wolverton Mountain,
Protects her there.
The bears and the birds,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Tell Clifton Clowers,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
If a stranger,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Should enter there.
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)

But, I don't care about Clifton Clowers.
I'm gonna climb up on his mountain.
[Fade.]
I'm gonna take the girl I love.
I don't care about Clifron Clowers.

Montanha Wolverton

Dizem pra não ir,
Na Montanha Wolverton,
Se você tá procurando uma esposa.
Porque o Clifton Clowers,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Tem uma filha bem bonita,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Ele é muito bom,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Com uma arma e faca.
(Doodle-oot-du.)

Os lábios dela,
(Os lábios dela,)
São mais doces que mel.
E a Montanha Wolverton,
A protege lá.
Os ursos e os pássaros,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Contam pro Clifton Clowers,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Se um estranho,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Entrar lá.
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)

Todos os meus sonhos,
Estão na Montanha Wolverton,
Eu quero a filha dele,
Pra ser minha esposa.
Vou arriscar,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
E escalar essa montanha,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Embora o Clifton Clowers,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Possa tirar minha vida.
(Doodle-oot-du.)

Os lábios dela,
(Os lábios dela,)
São mais doces que mel.

E a Montanha Wolverton,
A protege lá.
Os ursos e os pássaros,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Contam pro Clifton Clowers,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Se um estranho,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Entrar lá.
(Ahhh-ahhh.)

Eu vou subir,
Na Montanha Wolverton,
É muito solitário,
Aqui embaixo.
Não tá certo,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Esconder a filha dele,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
De quem a ama,
(Doodle-oot-du.)
Tanto assim.
(Doodle-oot-du.)

Os lábios dela,
(Os lábios dela,)
São mais doces que mel.
E a Montanha Wolverton,
A protege lá.
Os ursos e os pássaros,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Contam pro Clifton Clowers,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Se um estranho,
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)
Entrar lá.
(Ooo, hoot-hoo.)

Mas, eu não ligo pro Clifton Clowers.
Vou subir na montanha dele.
[Fade.]
Vou levar a garota que amo.
Não ligo pro Clifton Clowers.

Composição: Claude King / Merle Kilgore