Well, it's cold on this mountain
When Winter comes along
The dew in the meadow
Is sprinkled alone
This road down to Nashville
Like crystal and stone
Its a place where a man
Sells his soul for a song
God knows I loved her
Too much I can see
Much more than she
Could have ever love me
If I was the last man
In East Tennessee
Well at times I feel I need the rain
At time's I need the sun
Pleasure is a thread of pain
When it is undone
My moments of insanity
Are never like a chain
I only know I am not free
The nights when I am sane
So do not be concerned my love
If you see me cry
For the laughter does not
Choose to free
The happiness inside
Just as there may seem to be
A smile thats out of place
It only means there is a pain
That hurts too much to face
Its cold on this mountain
When Winters coming on
The dew in the meadow
Is sprinkled alone
This road down to Nashville
Is like crystal and stone
I'm just one man
Sometimes I wish I was three
I could take a forty-four pistol to me
Put one in my brain just for her memory
One more for my heart
Then I would be free
One more for my heart
I would be free