Headed down where the mountain men live
Their dirty deeds & their whiskey grins
Where a native son is a toothless prince
He plays for keeps when he speaks his sins
Well I'll be back with an iron beard
& shotgun shells in a bandolier With
calloused hands and dirty boots
I've rotted out my last good tooth
Take a sip then spit it out I got
a splinter in this working man's mouth
Take a sip then spit it out
It's your turn to burn in this
MOUNTAIN MAN TOWN

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