Well, I was born on Cheaha Mountain 

On a cold November day

Out past the creek where the land's so steep

And the snakes and the bobcats stay

Where the snakes and the bobcats stay.



Now my daddy made corn liquor

And the town folk knew him well

For the six-gun that he carried

And the whiskey he would sell

Oh, the whiskey he would sell.



(Chorus)

And, Lord I love those rocky hills

That's the only life I know

You can look straight down on the quiet town


And the city lights below

Lawd, the city lights below.



Now, when, I die you can lay me down

On the land where I come from

And won't you say a prayer as you leave me there

Beneath that setting sun

Now, beneath that setting sun.



Well, I was born on Cheaha Mountain

On a cold November day

Out past the creek where the land's so steep

And the snakes and the bobcats stay

Where the snakes and the bobcats stay.



(Repeat Chorus)