"Vs.1 I live on a mountainside. I’ve raised a family and I’ve made a life.
I’ve never known no other way. The mountain man is here to stay.
Today a man knocked on my door, said you can’t live here anymore.
He had some papers in his hand, and money for to take my land.
Chorus You can buy a concrete city, buy their beaches and their sand.
Count your gold and silver, hold your diamonds in your hand,
Cut down all the mighty mountain timber where it stands,
But you can’t buy a mountain man.
Vs.2 In the early mornin’ light I see, men with guns among the trees.
Inside my family safe and warm. The peaceful time before the storm.
With scattered thoughts I grab my gun, while prayin’ to God’s only Son.
Lord I don’t know just what to do. Please see this mountain family through.
Chorus You can buy a concrete city, buy their beaches and their sand.
Count your gold and silver, hold your diamonds in your hand,
Cut down all the mighty mountain timber where it stands,
But you can’t buy a mountain man."