Thursday, June 6, 2013

Corb Lund - Gettin' Down On The Mountain

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain

Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'

Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what's that I beg your pardon

You best start thinking where food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Don't wanna be around when the sh*t goes down
I'll be gettin on down the mountain

When the truck don't run, the bread don't come, have a hard time finding petrol

Water ain't runnin' in the city no more do hold any precious metal

Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky, what's that about over crowdin'

You ever seen a man who's kids ain't ate for 17 days and countin'

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Don't wanna be around when the sh*t goes down
I'll be gettin' on down the mountain

There ain't no heat and the powers gone out,
It's kerosene lamps and candles

The roads are blocked its all grid locked, you got a short wave handle

Can you track the deer, can you dig the well, couldn't quiet hear your answer

I think I see a rip in the social fabric, brother can you spare some ammo?

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Don't wanna be around when the sh*t goes down
Gettin on down the mountain

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain

Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'

Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what's that I beg your pardon

I think I see a rip in the social fabric; brother can you pass the ammo?

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Lyrics to "Gettin' Down On The Mountain" by Corb Lund

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