Walking through the high dry grass, Pushing my way through slow, Yellow belly black snake, Sleeping on a red rock, Waiting for the stranger to go.
Sugar train stops at the crossing, Cane cookies cursing below, Bad storm coming, Better run to the top of the mountain.
Mountain in the shadow of light, Rain in the valley below. Mountain in the shadow of light, Rain in the valley. Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul, Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, Call me king of the mountain.
Blacksmith fires up the bellows, Cane cutters burning to load, Workers of the world, Run to the top of the mountain.
Mountain in the shadow of light, Rain in the valley below. Mountain in the shadow of light, Rain in the valley. Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul, Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, Call me king of the mountain.
I can't take the hands from my face! There are some things we can't replace!
Mountain in the shadow of light, Rain in the valley below. Mountain in the shadow of light, Rain in the valley.
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul, Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, Call me king of the mountain.
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul, Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, Call me king of the mountain.
Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat, Down cobblestone alleyways of washing day sheets. Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space, Down the road a familiar face. Across the wilderness. Out further than the bush. I will follow you... I will follow you... I will follow you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
