Fire on the Mountain - Marshall Tucker Band

seq by valester@aol.com

Moved my family away from my Carolina home.
Had dreams about the west and started to roam.
Six long months on a dust covered trail.
They say that heavens at the end,
but so far it's been hell.

Fire on the Mountain,
Lightning in the air.
Gold in them hills,
and it's waiting for me there.

We were diggin & sittin from five to five.
Sellin' everything we found
just to stay alive.
Gold flowed free like whisky in the bars.
Singin' was the big thing, Lord
and Sid was the star.

Fire on the Mountain,
Lightning in the air.
Gold in them hills,
and it's waiting for me there.

Dance Hall girls were the evening treat.
Empty cartridge & blood lines
the Good Earth of the street.
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise
of their fortyfour guns.

Fire on the Mountain,
Lightning in the air.
Gold in them hills,
and it's waiting for me there.

Now my widow, she weeps by my grave.
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save.
Shot down in cold blood
by a gun that carried vain.
All for a useless & no good worthless claim.

Fire on the Mountain,
Lightning in the air.
Gold in them hills,
and it's waiting for me there.

Fire on the Mountain,
Lightning in the air.
Gold in them hills,
and it's waiting for me there.

Soft karaoke
Words
rock organ
Bass
Drums
Mixed
guitar
voice
guitar rythm
Banjo
Fire On The Mountain
by The Marshall
Tucker Band
sequenced by
valester@aol.com