When I'm on the road playin' in a town without a name, And I'm feelin' low an' everybody looks the same. Well, you catch my eye, and then you come on strong an' try to make your play.
A woman left lonely will soon grow tired of waiting, Shell do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions. A simple conversation for the new men now and again
Out in Black Mountain a child will smack your face I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face The babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass