Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

Hares on the Mountain O Sally my dear it's you I'd be kissin' She smiled and replied "You don't know what you're missin" If all the young men were hares on the mountain many young girls would grab guns and go huntin If the young…

Half and apple half a moon Half a dozen coyotes and a howling loon Pick a card any card It's all magic don't think too hard Don't think too hard Don't thing too hard about it Where on earth do you find the time To be anything less…

I wish I was the moon in the sky O I wish I was the moon in the sky If I's the moon in the sky I'd be floating in your eye Wish I was the moon in the sky I wish I was the song on your lips O I wish I was the song on your lips If I's…

Darlin I been dreamin about the moon on the prairie The way our voices carry, the song on the radio Arm out the window, dipper in the sky On a solstice night Darlin I been dreamin about the breeze on the water The mountain and her daughter…

Half and apple half a moon Half a dozen coyotes and a howling loon Pick a card any card It's all magic don't think too hard Don't think too hard Don't thing too hard about it Where on earth do you find the time To be anything less…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

a pop-structured, simple instrumental

Bait on the hook A curse on the town We laugh like coyotes And cry just like clowns It scrubs off of our fingers A little elbow grease and there it goes Bones in the garden Pitchfork in the hay Mice in the cupboard It’s written all…

Happy Birthday, but not too loud Mid-life crisis head into town One foot in the cradle, one foot in the grave I still feel young but I can sense a change There has got to be more than this Crooked lines with straight edges Michael tells…