lyrics
Mountain
This story is not mine to be told
It belongs to a man who lived on his own
He kept to himself
Placed his memories on the shelf
And his money under the floor boards
He worked for the mines
Saved every dime
And he ate potatoes and Kraft Dinner
For he knew one day, when he’d pass away
A fortune he’d leave to a daughter
Back in 56’, revolution began
Against the communist order
But pay back was driving and people were dying
So he fled for the Austrian border
They say he swam for days
From the Cold War ways and a land no longer called home
And an ocean away, he found a place to stay at the base of the copper rich mountains
He worked for the mines, saved every dime
And he grew tomatoes in his garden
He was happy to help, placed his memories on the shelf
And his money, under the floor boards
And then one day, when he passed away
A fortune he gave to a daughter
She came from an ocean away to his resting place
At the base of the copper rich mountains
They say he swam for days from the Cold War ways and a land no longer called home
And an ocean away, he found a place to stay at the base of the copper rich mountains
They say he swam for days from the Cold War ways and a land no longer called home
And an ocean away, he found a place to stay at the base of the copper rich mountains
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Old Road,
released September 19, 2021
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