Well it's cold on this mountain When the winter comes on The dew in the meadow Is sprinkled along This road down to Nashville Like crystal and stone It's a place where a man Sells his soul for a song
God knows, I loved her Too much, I can see Much more than she could have Ever loved me If I was the last man In East Tennessee...
Well, at times I feel I need the rain At times I need the sun Pleasure is a thread of pain When it is undone My moments of insanity Are never like a chain I only know I am not free The nights when I am sane
So do not be concerned, my love If you see me cry For the laughter does not choose To free the happiness inside Just as there may seem to be A smile that's out of place It only means there is a pain That hurts too much to face
It's cold on this mountain Winter's come on The dew in the meadow Is sprinkled along This road down to Nashville Like crystal and stone...
I'm just one man Sometimes I wish I was three I could take a forty-four Pistol to me Put one in my brain Just for her memory One more for my heart And I would be free
One more for my heart I would be freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
