Took my fam'ly away from my 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 but so far it's been hell
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And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
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We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five
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Sellin' everything we found just to stay alive
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Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
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Sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star
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And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
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Dance hall girls were the evenin' 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 forty-four guns
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And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waitin' 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, lightnin' in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
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Fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
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Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
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Waitin' for me there
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Fire On The Mountain
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| Marshall Tucker Band |
