"My Side Of The Mountain" lyrics

It's a way of life, it's a way of thinking
It's running around these hills and hollers drinking
It's a patch of land, to make my stand
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain

It's a crooked old pine, it's a red sun sinking
It's a kudzu vine on a gravestone slowly creeping
It's the family name, the blood in my veins
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain

There's a buckshot sign at the county line
Out past Watauga road
Where we're way too proud we don't back down
'Cause we're better off alone
All we got is all we need and we sure can survive
Well if that kind of living's wrong
Then just read me my rights
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain

It's an old draft mule with a heavy load
It's a sawmill rippin' right through
Them chinkypin oaks
It's five generations in a church pew
Singing for the Holy Ghost
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain

There's a buckshot sign at the county line
Out past Watauga road
Where we're way too proud we don't back down
'Cause we're better off alone
All we got is all we need and we sure can survive
Well if that kind of living's wrong
Then just read me my rights
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain

We're from West Carolina
And up in East Tennessee
We're from anywhere the river runs wild
And the roots run deep
Like the whippoorwill's song
We're carrying on
This way of life on my...

There's a buckshot sign at the county line
Out past Watauga road
Where we're way too proud we don't back down
'Cause we're better off alone
All we got is all we need and we sure can survive
Well if that kind of living's wrong
Then just read me my rights
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain
That's the way of life on my side of the mountain