| My daddy died upon this mountain
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| spent his life working with his hands
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| made his pay fair by hole and flat rock
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| from up here on the back side of his land
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| when I was 10 he took me to the quarry
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| taught me things I never will forget
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| he showed no fear when he walked along the high side
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| far above that rocky river bead
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| It’s umpteen miles boy can you climb it
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| it’s umpteen miles to the… time
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| when you’re umpteen miles high you can’t back down in
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| it’s umpteen miles down the bottom rock
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| times may have changed but not this mountain
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| all these years it stood there all alone
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| I passed the torch… now it’s up to you son
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| to make your mark upon this stone mass stone
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| It’s umpteen miles boy can you climb it
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| it’s umpteen miles to the… time
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| when you’re umpteen miles high you can’t back down in
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| it’s umpteen miles down the bottom rock
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| It’s umpteen miles boy can you climb it
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| it’s umpteen miles to the… time
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| when you’re umpteen miles high you can’t back down in
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| it’s umpteen miles down the bottom rock
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| it’s umpteen miles down the bottom rock. |