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The night is clear, the liquor is warm
The cases, in the back of the Ford
The Carolina mountainside had come to life
His pockets would be full by the morn

A red-faced man in a black Cadillac
Pulls in behind the truck
Says they'll burn the fields, blow up the still
If they don't get their cut

Well, there's Lightning on the Mountain
And there's fire in the still
Now Billy's got a new set of plans
And a Colt 45 in his hand


He lights a cigar with a crooked smile and says
"Do we have a deal?"
Bill doesn't move, he just spits in the dirt and says
"Get your ass out of Waynesville"

They unstrap their pistols and soak the fields
Throw dynamite into the barn
He winks at Billy as he slowly kneels
And lights it all with his cigar

Well, there's Lightning on the Mountain
And there's fire in the still
Now Billy's got a new set of plans
And a Colt .45 in his hand

He tracked them down just outside of town
To a station by a Blueridge mine
Tonight that son-of-a-bitch is gonna light his cigar
With the help of hellfire

Well, there's Lightning on the Mountain
And there's fire in the still
Now Billy's got a new set of plans
And a Colt .45 in his hand
And a Colt .45 in his hand

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