I cannot recommend the cherries Hanging low from this old tree They glow on moonless nights and taste A bit like paraffin It’s been a decade since it happened And we’re told we can return But may be best to boil the water Ignore the afterburn
I have an extra hand to hold you with I have an even tan to show off with A chest like Annapurna A heart of precious stone Maybe a slow burner but there’s steel in them dry bones Mountain man learned to be patient In a world that keeps mutating My, oh my, just look how we have grown
And the Geiger counter’s ticking Mountain man is coming close Been two year’s, the baby’s kicking A hundred little toes Mountain man may be a virgin Aren’t we all?