If I could fuck a mountain
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Lord, I would fuck a mountain
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And I'd do it with a woman in the valley
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If she lives in the valley
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O, if she lives in the valley
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The mighty, mighty valley of the sun
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Yes, if she lives there quietly
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And goes to bed there nightly
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I'd tower over peaks and in the sky
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Well, she comes tumbling to me
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It seems every night there for me
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With a different face and legs that will not quit
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Now I'm waiting on a friend
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To give me advice if I ask him
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And his presence will tell me what I need to know
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I would sell my belongings
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In the mountains where she's living
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Just to be there when she comes every morning
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The Mountain Low
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| Will Oldham |
