I'd acquired me two bright aces
When I spied ol' Charlie Webb
He was barely maybe seven paces
With twice a mind to shoot me dead
We went out to Webb in numbers
Lucky bastard won the draw
Creased my side but I cried thunder
Sent him to that yunner shore
Oh, now Charlie,
What the hell d'ya have ta go an’ do that for?
Now, I’m on top of ROUND MOUNTAIN
ROUND MOUNTAIN
Won’t come down
When I ride to MEET MY MAKER
Bury me on mountain ground
Jimmy Hardin was a preacher
Tried to teach me right from wrong
But I's a wild-eyed feral creature
Wudn't gonna take me long
I head up into the country
Cousin's stuck around instead
Rangers strung 'em up like injuns
And twiced the price upon my head
Now, I won’t stop ‘til all Brown County’s painted red!
‘Cause, I’m on top of ROUND MOUNTAIN
ROUND MOUNTAIN
Won’t come down
When I ride to MEET MY MAKER
Bury me on mountain ground
Free-flowing, loosely structured songs that borrow lightly from jazz and ambient but expand in directions all their own. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2023