Текст Black Oak Arkansas – Wild Men From The Mountains

Wild and wooly, honest but crude
Their mouths were nasty from the baccy they chewed
They didn’t seem friendly, didn’t seem mean
Come to think of it they’s hardly ever seen

They were old and they were young
They sometimes spoke in unknown tongues
They had long hair, unshaven faces
And whiskeyfied swear to set your soul a blazes
On the wild end of wonder
And mother nature’s fountain
They rode up on the thunder
These wild men from the mountains
These wild men from the mountains

Legend says that the law’ll have ’em killed
For makin’ whiskey in their own stills
It’s also said when it gets real quiet
You can hear ’em ride all through the night
On the wild end of wonder
And mother nature’s fountain
They rode up on the thunder
These wild men from the mountains
These wild men from the mountains