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Mountain Towns
Written By: Oliver Adams

Log cabins burned down just to save the nails
Run back to bigger towns if all else fails
These tiny towns tucked up in those water carved hills
Will give you something more not in the shape of bills

Chorus:
Mountain towns are poor with women,
But once were rich with gold
It’s boom or bust as you keep on digging
Trying to fight the cold

Don’t need a tall office to find myself a view
Embers arising by the fireside will do
Bartender Billy, he’s your best friend too
It’s whiskey and beer in that dirty old saloon

Chorus:

They pushed out the Navajo, Ute, and native man
Fell as they fought with their righteous stands
In come the fancy cars, what came to be a man,
When a good rope and pistol used to rule the land