Run Mountain
Went up on the mountain, To get a load of pine,
I put it on the wagon, And I broke down behind.

Chorus: Run mountain, chuck a little hill, Run mountain, chuck a little hill,
Run mountain, chuck a little hill, There you'll get your fill.

When I was real hard at work, I set down to play,
Thinking of my old true love, She's many miles away.

Me six miles from my home, And the chickens crowing for day,
Me upstairs with another man's wife, Better be getting away.

lf I had a needle and thread, As fine as I could sew,
I'd sew my true love to my side, And down the road I'd go.

I went up on the mountain, To give my horn a blow,
I thought I heard my true love say, That's coming from my beau.