Well it’s cold on this mountain when winter comes on
the dew in the meadow is sprinkled along
this road down to Nashville like crystal and stone.
It’s a place where a man sells his soul for a song.

God knows I loved her too much I can see,
much more than she could have ever loved me
if I was the last man in east Tennessee.

Well at times I feel I need the rain at times I need the sun.
Pleasure is the threat of pain when it is undone.
My moments of insanity are never like a jail
I only know I am not free the nights when I am sane.

So do not be concerned my love if you see me cry
for the laughter does not choose to free the happiness inside
just as there may seem to be a smile that’s out of place
it only means there is a pain that hurts to much to face.

Well it’s cold on this mountain when winter comes on
the dew in the meadow is sprinkled along
this road down to Nashville is like crystal and stone.

I’m just one man, sometime I wish I was three.
I could take a forty-four pistol to me
put one in my brain just for her memory
one more for my heart and I would be free.