Away Out On The Mountain - Jimmie Rodgers

I’ll pack my grip for a farewell trip

Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain

I’m going, said I, to the land of the sky

Away out on the mountain

Where the wild sheep grows and the buffalo lows

And the squirrels are so many you can’t count them

Then I’ll make love to some turtle dove

Way out on the mountain

When the north winds blow and we’re gonna have snow

And the rain and the hail comes bouncing

I’ll wrap myself in a grizzly bear coat

Away out on the mountain

Where the snakes are vile and the zebras wild

And the beavers paddle on walking canes

Then I’ll send my boots with a buffalo hide

Away out on the mountain

Where the whippoorwills sing me to sleep at night

And the eagle roosts on the rocks of spontan

I’ll feast on the meat and the honey so sweet

Way out on the mountain