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FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN
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Marshall Tucker Band
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Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home
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Had dreams about the west and started to roam
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Six long months on a dust covered trail
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They say heaven's at the end
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But so far it's been hell
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And there's fire on the mountain
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Lightening in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
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We were digging and shifting from five to five
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Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive
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Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
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Sinning was the big thin Lord
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And satan was the star
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And there's fire on the mountain
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Lightening in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
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Dance hall girls were the evening treat
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Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
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Men were shot down for the sake of fun
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Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns
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And there's fire on the mountain
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Lightening in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
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Now my widow, she weeps by my grave
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Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
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Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
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All for a useless and no good worthless claim
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And there's fire on the mountain
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Lightening in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
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Fire On The Mountain
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| The Marshall Tucker Band |
