Burning Down The Mountain

There’s a cabin in a holler
Where few have ever been
Tucked away on shiners mountain
Bout a mile from old creek bend

Some say she was born there
In the spring of ’31
The only daughter of a bootleg man
Shot down on a midnight run

Her Daddy taught her a living
How to make a flatbed fly
Now she’s burnin down the mountain
Under a black and moonless sky

In the dark of the night
On a run through Lincolns draw
She heard the deadly blast
She saw her daddy fall

As his last breath was taken
She made a solemn vow
They’d never find that cabin
She’d burn the mountain down

Her Daddy taught her a living
How to make a flatbed fly
Now she’s burnin down the mountain
Under a black and moonless sky

With matches and a promise
She burned it to the ground
Rising from the ashes
She’d make her daddy proud

Her Daddy taught her a living
How to make a flatbed fly
Now she’s burnin down the mountain
Under a black and moonless sky

Oh she’s burning down the mountain
Under a black and moonless sky