| Way back in the mountains on the high knob by the ridge
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| My grandpa built our cabin where we lived for 40 years
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| Spent my happy childhood beneath the hardwood trees
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| I didn’t know what I had then was all I’d ever need
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| Mountain laurels blooming, it was early in the spring
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| Lookin' out my window on a see of endless green
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| Rich men from the city came to buy our land today
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| Took 200 years to grow, but it’s gone in 30 days
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| Mud slides down the mountain, there’s no way to stop the flood
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| Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood
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| Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal
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| But a greedy man will never get his fill
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| (Musical Break)
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| Mud slides down the mountain, there’s no way to stop the flood
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| Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood
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| Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal
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| But a greedy man will never get his fill
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| I can’t go back and I know I never will
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| I hope someday they know the way I feel |