Oh Mr. Medicine I'm going to right you a love song And oh sweet h**ne come and take me home And oh you've done me wrong and again And oh the trouble we've been in Oh misty mountain man cutting down the tallest trees And the burn the rest around as if it were a disease Oh the earth is growing old Oh the lies that we have told Oh mystic native land, roam the west since you were born And steal the cities lights when your children grow cold And run like you've never run before From places you have never known Oh Mr. Medicine you let me down to the floor And oh sweet cherubim come and take me home Well oh, the earth is growing old Know, the lies that we have told