We get down on a Mountain High
It′s where we're from it′s where we'll die
Hunting for your food hunting for your hunny
Copper mesh still still how we making money
We hang all we got on our family name
We fill our jug with fresh spring water
Six strings strumming back up in a holler
Just a picking and grinning to the rhythm of a tin roof rain
We get down on a Mountain High
It's where we′re from it′s where we'll die
Ain′t no road map ain't no sign
Just a little piece of heaven that can′t be found
We get down on a Mountain High
We play country music like our daddy did
Pray to the lord and so will our kids
Round here take care of our own
A bunch of our buddies dig down in the mines
When they come back up it's a damn good time
We get together and fire up a little home grown
We get down on a Mountain High
It′s where we're from it's where we′ll die
Ain′t no road map ain't no sign
Just a little piece of heaven that can′t be found
We get down on a Mountain High
We get down on a Mountain High
It's where we′re from it's where we′ll die
Ain't no road map ain't no sign
Just a little piece of heaven that can′t be found
We get down on a Mountain High
It′s where we're from it′s where we'll die
We get down on a Mountain High
It′s where we're from it′s where we'll die
We get down on a Mountain High
It's where we′re from it′s where we'll die
