High Country

I was born and raised

Kissed by a wild rose

Carried up on a mountain top

Under a half moon glow

Out in the high country

High country

Out in the high country

Back to dust I go

Saint Peter's name is Pancho

Pancho's a real good friend

Said he'd let me peak in the pearly gates

If I show him where I've been

Out in the high country

Everybody knows

You wanna find yourself

Find yourself a wild rose

The queen died in the castle

The world cried in its sleep

So I bottled up some piece of mind

I'm gonna sell it on the street

Out in the high country

High country

(Have to say that the angels in Heaven)

(Do not understand this except that we teach them)

(That you may be filled with all the fullness of God)

Out in the high country

Everybody knows

You wanna find yourself

Find yourself a wild rose