I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took my leave there And I crossed the
the Bristol jail And all I do is cry ?Cause the jury found me guilty And the judge says I must die I'm just a poor young mountain boy Ain't never been
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land But a hard wind come
Come on pretty baby, won't you take me by the hand? I thought maybe that I could be your man And for a while, we could go in style Come on, we're goin
'm a family man And it's the only life that I've ever known But I'm a Harlan man Just as long as my luck and lungs hold out I'm a mountain man Born in
1, 2, 3, 4 I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been
My Granddaddy was a railroad man When I was young he took me by the hand Dragged me to the station at the break of dawn Said, "Boy, I got to show you
Bound down that long, lonesome highway As far as I can ride 'til I outrun your memory I can't go home 'cause I can't face another day alone Without you
Work the graveyard shift, stay up all night long Work the graveyard shift to stay up all night long You'll wake up someday, find your good gal gone I
Since you left me, baby I've been true to you I don't run around with every gal in town The way I used to do I'm startin' over new Yours forever blue
I didn't know You'd be in this place tonight Then again I thought you might Now I don't know what to do Does it show When my poor heart skips a beat
woe Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home I was young on this mountain, now
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woe Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home I was young on this mountain
woe Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home I was young on this mountain but
Vertaling: Steve Earle. The Mountain.
m down in the Bristol jail and all I do is cry 'Cause the jury found me guilty and the judge says I must die I'm just a poor young mountain boy Ain't
