Mountain Boy - Red Foley

Mountain boy

Pickin' up rocks a puttin' 'em in the wagon

The sun goes down my poor feet a draggin'

Mountain boy.

Now I wish

I own ten acres down in the valley instead of these rocks on this hill

'Cause they grow some tall corn down in the valley

And my land seems just won’t till.

You know my mountain girl went down in the valley

I guess about a year ago

And married a valley farmer

«Cause he had a lotta hail.

And in a way I guess it’s better

I didn’t have anything but love to offer

No, I don’t guess I can blame her

'Cause life in the valley is a whole lot softer.

But for a while I thought this pain in my heart

Was gonna get the best of me

But I just kinda go away now

And I just worry about the rest of me.

And I’ll bet there’s a lotta men just like me

That on mountain ground where the winter wind’s cold

And spendin' their entire life looking down

Just two miles from something they’ll never hold.

A pickin' up rocks a puttin' 'em in the wagon

The sun goes down my poor feet a draggin'

Mountain boy…