Pine Grove (Madhouse) - Ian Noe

Stranded inside a madhouse, baby

Down in old Pine Grove

Been up for days in a drunkard’s haze

Just lit up by this stove

We got the band in the basement, mama

Fire on that mountain steel

Don’t need your plow or that old milk cow

We’re working on this hill

Hang up the wagon wheel

Well, here comes Lorraine, she’s a stumbling terror

High on her bathtub gin

Shows me her kids and tells me how she is

How she was back when

Said, back when I worked for the county clerk

When I wore those finer clothes

Now them days are gone and we ain’t got long

But I’m still a mountain rose

Heart like a young Pete Rose

Ain’t coming down, it’s a-roaring now

High on your river town

Dance on your porch 'round that old cane torch

And let your mountain sound

Too late to lay it down

Well, out on the ridge where they’re rolling, Mama

Stray dogs and sirens fight

Barred all the doors, nailing 2×4's

Brushed off the coal oil light

And if I slip, don’t you catch me, baby

I’ll find that back road bend

I’ll turn around like an old blood hound

Cut out my trail again

Back to my trailer den

Ain’t coming down, it’s a-roaring now

High on your river town

Dance on your porch 'round that old cane torch

And let your mountain sound

Too late to lay it down