Fire On the Mountain

George McCorkle/Marshall Tucker Band, 1978· Songs Well-Known in America · p.101

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Em C

Took my family away from my Carolina home

We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five

Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat

Now my widow, she weeps by my grave

Em C

Had dreams about the West and started to roam

Sellin' everything we found just to stay alive

Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street

Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save

Em C

Six long months on a dust covered trail

Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars

Men were shot down for the sake of fun,

Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame,

Em C

They say heaven's at the end, but so far it's been hell

Sinnin' was the big thing, Lord, and Satan was his star

Or just to hear the noise of their forty four guns

all for a useless and no good, worthless claim

Chorus:

G D

And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air,

Am C Em C Em C

Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there

(Instrumental after 2nd verse )

G D Am C G

G D Am C

Em C Em C

(Outro is extra chorus at the end and the line below)

C G

..waitin' for me there..