Fire On The Mountain                                                                                    
(Marshall Tucker Band)                                    Now my widow she    weeps by my grave         
                                                          Tears flow free for her   man she             
(      )x8                                            couldn't save.     Shot down in cold blood        
                                                      by a   gun that carried fame.     All for a       
(starts on 'E')                                       useless, and no good,    worthless claim, and     
                                                      there's                                           
    Took my fam'ly away from my                                                                         
 Carolina home     Had dreams about the               [chorus]                                          
West and    started to roam.     Six long                                                               
months on a    dust covered trail                                                                       
  Th'say heaven's at the end but so    far                                                              
it's been hell, and there's                                                                             
                                                                                                        
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       Fire on the mountain,                                                                            
    lightnin' in the air,     gold in                                                                   
    them hills and it's   waitin' for me                                                                
      there                                                                                             
                                                                                                        
    We were diggin' and siftin'    from                                                                 
five to five,     sellin' everything we                                                                 
found   just to stay alive.     Gold flowed                                                             
free like the   whiskey in the bars.                                                                    
  Sinnin' was the big thing lord and                                                                    
 Satan was the star, and there's                                                                        
                                                                                                        
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    Dance hall girls were the    evenin'                                                                
treat.   Empty cartridges and blood lined the                                                           
  gutters of the street.     Men were shot                                                              
down for the    sake of fun,     or just                                                                
to hear the noise of their    forty four                                                                
guns, and there's                                                                                       
                                                                                                        
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