Mountain Man
For I was even old enough
to count to ten
Cause you start your kind of young hauling logs,
chopping timber
When you're growing up to
be a mountain man
Clearing timber off your
pappy's bottom land
Well, mountain man, mountain man
Lived his life by the code of the clan
You make your way just the
best way you can
When you're raised up to
be a mountain man
God -fearing,
hard -working mountain man
Well, I fell across a creek,
went and bought a silver flipper
A 1934 sedan,
he traded it to Paul
for a sow with the litter
And my Pappy was a mighty happy man
Cause he started running moonshine
down to the city
A feller had no money there to pay
But the revenuers caught him,
put him in the county jail
And they kept him there a year and a day
On the work day and gettin' no pay
Well, Mountain Man, Mountain Man,
lived his life by the code of the Klan
You make your way just the
best way you can
When you're raised up to
be a mountain man
God -fearing, heart -breaking mountain man
An old hermit up the ridge
took a shot at the preacher
A bullet ricocheted and
hit his thumb
Everybody got together
and they prayed for the preacher
But the doctor had to amputate his thumb
So the God -fearing neighbors
all formed a little posse
And they cornered that
hermit on the bridge
Then they hung him by his toes
till his nose started bleedin'
Then they chased him out of sight
across the ridge
Just to kick him up his heels
across the ridge
Well, mountain man, mountain man
Lives his life by the code of the Klan
You make your way
just the best way you can
When you're raised up to
be a mountain man
Caught very hard kickin' mountain man
Yes, mountain man, mountain man
Lives his life by the code of the Klan
You make your way,
just the best way you can,
when you're raised up to
be a mountain man.
Got a beard and heart like a mountain man.