a mother went up to the mountain

she said it was for gold

but all these drums and indians, oh no.

said buddy was a good boy, but just not for me

come on now pack your bags, time to leave

but Mom, are you dead?

are you free from this life you've left for such red faced man

oh ma, oh please dont leave.

back to the city with high heels, gold rings upon her hands

get up son its time to run, jump and land.



in a wagon with no wheels and no place to go

she just smiles and nods her head 'oh welcome home' but oh those mines

can't you see, we're just much too deep for your sins

though you buried them beneath the mountaintops where are you going with the cold skin blues



well i just want to be with you

i know you never said that you would stay forever and its getting late

well i dont want to be a broken boy, so sad alone, and oh so coy

why do you got to be so god damn cruel

well i just want to be with you. but do you



a mother went back to a mountain

she said it was for love

well all those mountains and

they're buried with their lust and her gold rings