Mitchell Mullins

Mitchell Mullins was a good boy

But he ran around too long

The wrong crowd wrong town

Anything to belong

Same old story every time

But they’re always to naïve

Too many voices only two choices

Trouble or leave

Don’t go up on the high knob

Or you won’t be coming down

Too many places to go unfound

Never knew he crossed the line

When he met Dolly Gray

Never knew the man who threw

His body in an unmarked grave

Mitchell Mullins was a good boy

Now he’ll never see the world

Just another dumb kid blind to what he did

Running with the wrong man’s girl

Don’t go up on the high knob

Or you won’t be coming down

Too many places to go unfound

You can leave your hometown

But you won’t get too far

You can’t go missing

When everybody knows where you are

Don’t go up on the high knob

Or you won’t be coming down

Too many places to go unfound

Don’t go up on the high knob

Or you won’t be coming down

Too many places to go unfound