High up on the mountain of Chickasaw they say There's one patch of darkness that never yields to day Deep are those shadows old as the mountain Something is waiting in there Call on her if you dare Seek no level Of god or devil She's something older by far Call her lady of the morning star She offers two bargains, the price is steep and dark One takes your life and the other leaves a mark If there's a third one I've never heard one Choose for yourself what's to be Nothing she gives comes free Name your goal She won't ask your soul She might even give you here own And maybe you'd be better off alone My old fellow rebel, I know what deal he made The power rang through every song he wrote and played Made him the best of his generation Sang to the end of the war And not a moment more Then it left him The power bereft him Left only one fate to see Hanging on his sister's apple tree Forgive my old buddy who soon forgot my name I chose not to follow his seven years of fame He took the high road, I take the low road Sing second place but sing long And have always one more song Take your stars And give me my scars I'd rather live long and be free So take his cup the hell away from me Whoever has wisdom can guess what lies unsaid The cost of the gift to the living and the dead Still if you feel You'll gain from the deal You'll play with the old morning star No need to travel far Don't just count on Chickasaw mountain If there's a deal meant for you Any wild place on earth will do