Mountain House

Well, we packed up a Ford Econoline, with everything but the kitchen sink
Four kids, two dogs and the Mrs. smiled – gave me a little wink
We hit the road, windows down crankin’ up, Alison Kraus
Turned off on to a gravel road, toward a little mountain house

It’s up in the mountains by a little stream, in the West Virginia hills
Logs chinked with mud’n horsehair, strong as the day it was built
Still rockin’ on that same front porch, floorboards creakin’ loud
Livin’ and laughin’ and lovin’ in this little ole mountain house

There’s trout living in that mountain stream, squirrels in the hickory trees
Deer feedin’ in the medder, turkeys in the leaves
We’ll sit around a big ole fire, smoke makes you rub your eyes
Fire dies down stars are fadin’, as the moon begins to rise

It’s up in the mountains by a little stream, in the West Virginia hills
Logs chinked with mud and horsehair, strong as the day it was built
Still rockin’ on that same front porch, floor boards creakin’ loud
Livin’ and laughin’ and lovin’, in this little mountain house
Livin’ and laughin’ and lovin’, in this little mountain house