Out
in Black Mountain a child will smack your face
I’m saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face
The babies cryin’ for liquor, and all the birds sing bass
Well, those people in Black Mountain are mean as they can be
And those people in Black Mountain are mean as they can be
Now they uses gun powder just to sweeten up their tea
Well, out in Black Mountain you can’t keep a good man in jail
Yeah, out in Black Mountain you can’t keep a good man in jail
‘Cause if the jury convicts him, the judge will pay his bail
I had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town
I had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in the town
But then he met a city gal, that’s when he throwed me down
Lord, I’m bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun
I’m going back to Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun
I’m gonna fire him if he stands still, I’ll just cut him if he runs
Lord, now you’ve heard my story, now you’ve heard my news
Lord, now you’ve heard my story, now you’ve heard my news
Now my man can clear off, I’ve got the Blackest Mountain blues
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