Lyrics

There's children in the water, down by the sea plane dock Old man whittling a black bear out of a cedar block Hippies carrying back packs, they got the wings to fly Lookin' for a patch of blue in the iron Adirondack sky Look around all you see is a stack of stone That old Blue Mountain, that's my home Back there in the city, you're some kind of wheel You come up to the country, try to make some shady deal You can build your mansion on the sacred burial ground Them spirits gonna rise up some night burn that baby down We got ancient blood and we take care of our own That old Blue Mountain, that's my home You must have made a wrong turn, you best be movin' on Don't put your feet up boy, where they don't belong You might get into trouble, we'll take it into town The judge he won't be gentle when he brings his hammer down You got a call but the storm just took out the phone That old Blue Mountain that's my home You can ride that wild river, hear the thrushes' song But you got no business here to tell us right from wrong I got a pile of old cars and busted oil tanks A trail of trash a mile long down to the river bank We only kill what we eat and we leave nothing but bone That old Blue Mountain that's my home I've seen you at the diner, I've seen you at the bar You always talk too loud, you always push too far You ought to learn some manners and show a little more respect Some of these boys might get upset and take your ass out back You got a million friends, how come you're here all alone? That old Blue Mountain, that's my home It's mighty pretty country and it all belongs to God You cut the trees and drain the swamp and fill it up with sod Can't live without your fast food and you're picture-in cell phone What the hell did you come here for? You should have just stayed home We can live off of spit and a pitch pine cone That old Blue Mountain, that's my home I know you think you're clever, been to school and read a book How come you always look like a dead fish on a hook You've been to college, but you're short on common sense You're hung up like a scarecrow on a rusty barb-wire fence On the other side of the twilight zone That old Blue Mountain, that's my home That's my home, that's my home That's my home, that's my home, hmm, hmm, hmm