The Mountain (Live)

I work all day till the sun don’t shine

I buried last winter my pretty blue eyes

I lost my home to the bankes greed

I’ve let this town take the best of me

Roll up my sleeves and wash my hands, tired of being a broken man

We riding High, so high on that mountain we gonna ride, ride, ride to sundown

I prayed dear lord help me hold

Swallow this grief and trade it in for gold

But I’m taking from those who’ll never know

The working hands of a calloused soul

One last ride by that creek

Where I laid you down to sleep

We riding High, so high on that mountain we gonna ride, ride, ride to sundown

I guess the law wasn’t on our side

I never saw it coming that 45

But as they lay me down to rest

My hands are steady cause I know what’s next

Maybe things didn’t work as planned

But I’m still coming home to see you again

We riding High, so high on that mountain we gonna ride, ride, ride to sundown