Mountain Sound

Old dirt road, by a little country store
Hear the slamin’, of the battered old screen door
Penny candy, a brown paper sack
Money paid for bottles…, well it kept me coming back

There’s a mountain sound callin’ me
You can hear-it if you listen to the trees
It’s in the soul of the people livin’ there
And these modern times I find it’s, pretty rare

Fishin’ line on a hickory stick
A can of worms, head down to the crick
Catfish hung up, on an old piece of rope
The smell on your hands, removed with lava soap

There’s a mountain sound callin’ me
You can hear-it if you listen to the trees
It’s in the soul of the people livin’ there
And these modern times I find it’s, pretty rare

Off route fifty-five there’s a painted Mail Pouch barn
Some boards are missin’, and the roof is mostly gone
Years ago, it was really full of life
Cake walks and dances, that’s where I met my wife

There’s a mountain sound callin’ me
You can hear-it if you listen to the trees
It’s in the soul of the people livin’ there
And these modern times I find it’s, pretty rare